AN: Hey All! I have determined... I am terrible at writing smut. But there is a little taste in this chapter, for those that can bare with me. Things are going to be going to be moving pretty quickly from here on out, so stay tuned! Thank you all for your patience as I work on finishing this up! See you guys Thursday!
Cheers!
As soon as the twig snapped under her foot she knew she was done for. She couldn't really see what was on the other side of the clearing, but the sharp movement made it evident she was heard, something she was sure only Alastor and Xander would have heard. She uttered a curse under her breath, frozen for a few seconds like a deer in headlights, oh the irony. All she could do was make a run for it. She could turn downwind, but at this point it would be pointless, there was no way she could run without causing a lot of noise, and to use his shadow to slip away felt like cheating at this point.
Running it was, it was the only choice. She certainly wasn't going to stand there and let him catch her. She turned and ran. This game was coming to a close and they were in the final moments. She knew she was going to lose, but that didn't mean she was going to go quietly, no she was going to do everything she could to stay standing.
She didn't bother turning to look over her shoulder, there was no point, she knew he was gaining on her and to lose focus for just a second would likely cause her to stumble, ending this too soon.
"You can't run forever darling, you're only delaying the inevitable."
A smug grin pulled to her lips as she pushed herself a bit faster, ignoring the laboured panting. He sounded closer than she would have liked but he wasn't on her heels yet. She used a few tentacles to throw some branches, stones, fallen logs, anything she could to slow him down.
Her lungs were burning, the chilled air stinging as she gulped it down greedily. She weaved herself through narrow gaps in the trees, ignoring the light slashes to her face from twigs as she sprinted by. She wasn't going to give in.
Alastor's shadow darted forward a bit, chittering to get her attention. If she had to guess it was trying to tell her that Alastor was gaining on her. Darn his stupid long legs.
"Can you do anything to slow him down?"
It shrugged but stopped, having her sprint by it. Well, it appeared it was going to at least try, that was all she could hope for at this point.
She held her arm out using a tree to turn suddenly to her left, her feet slipping on the leaves that littered the ground. She managed to keep her momentum, returning to her sprint.
"Tell me, dear, you didn't really think using my own shadow against me would work did you?"
The closeness of his voice had her looking over her shoulder to find Alastor only a few hundred meters behind her, his shadow wrapped around him like a blanket, but doing nothing to slow him down.
She couldn't suppress a giggle turning back to the front. "Well I admit I thought it would be a bit more useful than that."
His laugh sounded like it was circulating around her, almost like it was in surround sound.
"It's been quite an entertaining hunt, but I do believe it's about time for it to come to its magnificent end."
He too sounded like he was panting, and even with the slightly threatening tone to his words it still sounded velvety and made her core quiver.
She spared another look around over her shoulder only to be launched off her feet. He full on tackled her, hands wrapped around her waist, twisting to take the harsh landing and sliding along the forest floor.
Once they had stopped he quickly flipped them, pinning her to the ground, his eyes flashing black.
His gaze quickly darted over her shoulder, a light growl of warning slipping from him.
"Don't you be getting any ideas now. I've caught her and as agreed I will be claiming my prize."
Ellen heard a grumpy sounding chirp from beside her head and she let out a breathy laugh. It seemed his shadow still wanted the game to continue.
Both of their chests heaved, still trying to calm the erratic breaths of their sprint. She was in no rush to speak and it seemed he was neither. A few minutes passed before Alastor leaned in resting his forehead on hers.
"If you would be so kind as to return my magic. I will need it before we continue our activities."
She let out another breathy laugh, still not fully composed yet. "You'll have to bite me to get it back. Blood for blood."
It was hard to tell with his face so close, but she was pretty sure she felt his eyebrow lift.
"You are…" he paused for a heartbeat, seeming to find the right word. "Perfect," he concluded. "In every way. Well, except with your lack of emotion control and non-existent ability to lie, but I suppose that last one works in my favour doesn't it?"
"And here I thought you'd gone all soft and romantic on me," she giggled.
Looking past his face she had just noticed the darkening sky, the woods no longer looking as bright as she remembered.
He leaned back taking in the sight of her, breaths finally returning to a normal cadence.
"I must say I was a bit impressed."
Her grin split her face, pride washing over her from the complement. She thought she had done well, but to have Alastor also admit it meant she exceeded his expectations. A difficult feat, and one she was going to bask in for a while.
"I snuck by right under your nose," she declared proudly.
He chuckled. "Indeed you did. A bit of a sneaky trick this was." He pulled out a leaf she instantly recognized, twisting it between his fingers.
The smile instantly disappeared, her face turning to a look of embarrassment. It was something she had done in the heat of the moment and now he was likely going to get her back for it in some way. But there was one thing that shocked her.
"You kept it?!," she asked bewildered.
He brought it to his nose taking a deep inhale like one would smelling a rose. The action only made her face heat more.
"Of course! Can't have some other miserable creature find it. You marked it for me, did you not?"
She pressed her lips together, turning her face away embarrassed beyond belief. She had indeed marked it for him, but she never thought he would keep it.
Her gaze didn't stay away for long, long clawed fingers pulled her chin back to meet the lustful gaze.
She squirmed under him, biting her lip in hopes of drawing blood away from her cheeks.
"Oh now my dear I do believe I warned you about biting that lip of yours."
Before she could even react he had his lips on hers, sharp teeth grazing her bottom lip, a slight sting the only sign he had nicked it. She wasn't even disappointed to have the buzzing warmth slip away, she felt alight for a whole different reason.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her using his body warmth to battle the chill that was trying to seep in from the ground at her back. There was a moment of worry about them progressing in the middle of the forest, something she had never done before. No one would stumble across them, but it still felt…dangerously forbidden. Riské
It wasn't long before both had their clothes removed and little nibbled kisses were trailing down her throat to her chest. The chilled breeze feathered across her skin pebbling her nipples, goosebumps fought down by the heated flush that had worked down her body. A beautiful balance of warm and cool dancing across her skin, making all of his touches feel even more heated, more desirable.
She was certain he could hear her heart battering against her chest, her breaths all of a sudden laboured in anticipation. She wasn't sure what to expect but she would surrender to him. He couldn't hurt her, not physically anyway.
"You have your little words, yes? You will use them if you need."
She needed her head enthusiastically. He was still making sure she was okay. Always the gentlema-
"Good, because I will have my way with you."
He had to have known she was already wet, but the sudden surprise of him entering her had a gasp escape her.
It became very clear that the reminder of her words were for him not her. He took no time setting a quick pace, focused on himself for the first time.
He had always looked after her needs, made sure the lady came first, this was not that case and it was quickly made painfully obvious.
"Alastor," she voice was barely above a whisper as he had succumb to his first release, barely lasting a few minutes. He must have been hypersensitive, (probably because she had made him really work for it) and when he started his pace again he didn't slow until she could feel herself tighten around him, the tight coil in her gut ready to snap. She eagerly waited, she was right on the edge when he stopped.
"No!," she whined. "Please." She tried moving her hips but he had them held down with tendrils, preventing any movement.
His grin was wicked; he was enjoying the torment he was causing her.
"You have quite a bit to answer for my dear, but your time will come. It would be rather ungentlemanly to leave you dissatisfied."
She nodded, gaining some relief from his words. She already knew he was going to get back at her for the leaf, maybe taking his magic too. She could play along for a little bit. How bad could it be?
The answer to that… torturous.
It was the fourth cycle of stopping just before she climaxed when she blinked back tears, the edging too much to handle. She wanted to let go, to release but he kept her on edge, a frustrated mess, every nerve feeling like it was on fire. Every touch was almost too sensitive, the only good thing was the cold was the furthest thing from her mind, she could hardly feel the chilled air. The only proof of the temperature was the peaked nipples that Alastor would occasionally suck on, until he had her flipped on her hands and knees that is.
"Alastor please…"
He chuckled, leaning over her back, his warm breath tickling her ear, his grin undoubtably wicked even if she couldn't see it. "When have I not looked after your needs, hmm?"
She was ready to argue back but no words came to her aid. She looked back at the past year or so they were together and she could not find a valid retort. Perhaps in a different situation when her brain wasn't a jumbled mess she could find something but at the moment she came up with nothing. He chuckled again at her silence knowing he had made his point.
His voice lowered, taking on a deeper tone that seemed to tickle her brain in a good way, lightly a buzz with static.
"You promised I could have you as I wished, and I wish to have you teetering on the precipice of cognizant and completely obliterated. You will beg, body and mind for me. I want your thoughts cleared of everything but me and what I am doing to you. You will not get your climax until I say you can and when you do it will utterly shatter that pretty little head of yours, darling."
Ellen wasn't sure what noise slipped past her lips as her head tilted upward, eyes rolling back. Her arms were shaking underneath herself, hips pushing back trying for some sort of friction, some sort of relief from the tension.
"I can't," she whined, certain she was at her limit. His thrusts had slowed down, the pace agonizingly slow, a tease of what she really wanted.
"You can and you will. You are stronger than that my dear, be a good girl."
Her body sagged a bit at the words. At this point if he wasn't careful he would have her undone with just words alone.
"Now I do believe I would like to see that pretty face of yours. If you would be so kind…"
She whimpered when he pulled out quickly, her hole dripping of his seed. She lay on her back and watched as he worked himself between her legs, wrapping them around his waist as he slowly reentered her, hands taking claim to her hips. She took a moment to realize how dark it had gotten, Alastor now only a bright set of eyes and smile silhouetted against the vague shadow of his form.
Ellen tightened the grip around his waist hoping she could keep him from pulling out again at the last moment. She internally squeezed him tightly knowing she couldn't hold him hostage in her, though she tried as he sped up again.
"Look at you. So eager to be bred. Is that what you want? To be full once again with a fawn?"
Nope, that was definitely not what she wanted, so much so she had ensured its impossibility by putting in the contract. She was not going to have another kid without an actual discussion about it first. There was no way-
"Yes," she barely breathed. Wait what?
He seemed to look just as shocked as she felt with that answer. It only lasted a second before his grin pulled wide. He leaned in, hips still rutting against hers, though he had changed from speed to depth hitting the spot that had her squirming under him again, no longer bothering to keep her sounds to herself.
"Alastor please! I need…I can't "
She couldn't help but be a pleading mess. There was a fleeting moment she was worried about sounding like a wanton whore, but it passed before it could be acknowledged. She was desperate for her release, it seemed to be the only thing on her mind, all other thoughts and worries slipped into the recesses of her mind.
Her mind was a mess, no longer able to make complete sentences. Of course Alastor got what he wanted, him and his deep thrusts the only thing her mind could focus on.
"Do tell me what it is you need my dear. I'd be more than happy to assist."
It seemed redundant to tell him that she wanted her orgasim, it was already so painfully obvious that's what she wanted. Her brain clearly had something else in mind, speaking for her before she could even think. Who knew she had a breeding kink?
"I want you to breed me."
Whatever noise Alastor made to that declaration sent shivers down her back.
"You want a fawn, it that right?" He pulled her up so she was sitting on his lap, his movements going back to a quick pace, thrusting upward, letting gravity plummet her down onto him.
She would agree to anything at this point, her head nodding.
He pulled her close, holding on to her tightly and she responded likewise, fingers gripped tightly to his back. She didn't have long nails, but she was fairly certain she was probably drawing blood, not that he would mind.
"Say it again."
She didn't hesitate, the tightening coil in her gut ready to release and she would be damned if she wasn't going to get it this time.
"I want a fawn."
She felt him shudder, claws pressed deeply against her skin, squeezing her hips. He would have likely drawn blood if not for their contract.
"Again."
"I want a fawn, Alastor please!"
A few tears slipped from her eyes, her chest tightening at the familiar pattern. He would cum and she would be stuck again being driven so close…
One hand pulled her head to the side of his face, her chin resting on his shoulder as his chest heaved in exhaustion. The other hand slipped between the two, fingers delicately dancing across her clit.
She bucked her hip involuntarily, a shuttering cry echoing through the woods at the added stimulation. She was afraid to believe he would finally let her finish, but she was so close. Her head felt light, almost dizzy with the sensation, thoughts no longer cognizant, words no longer able to form. She was reduced to lewd noises, whiny moans and breathy mewls.
"I believe I've pushed you far enough," he whispered in her ear. "You are free to have your release."
The second the words left his mouth the coil snapped with an intensity she had never felt before. She knew she had screamed but she didn't hear it, though it made her throat raw. She clutched Alastor like he was the only thing keeping her grounded. She was seeing black spots in her vision, but it didn't raise any concern, stuck riding the relentless waves of euphoria that had finally come, hitting her like waves crashing against rocks. Her body felt light, relaxed in a way she had never felt before, head swimming and incoherent, the world feeling miles away. Alastor may have called her name but she couldn't be certain before she slipped into darkness.
When she awoke she was cold, whatever she was laying on sucking all the heat from her skin. And it was a bit uncomfortable, like she was laying on sticks and pebbles, shifting didn't seem to help.
"Ellen! My dear, are you alright?"
She felt warm hands on her shoulders, giving her a light shake, she pouted at the movement. It took a few seconds for the memories to come back. She must have passed out.
She opened her mouth but found it uncomfortably dry, so she opted to nod instead. She had heard of people passing out from orgasims before but it had never happened to her. Was it the edging or… oh.
Alastor was going to give her an earful. She pushed up to her elbows, eyes avoiding Alastor's.
"I'm fine, really," she managed to squeeze past her dry throat. It wasn't very loud, a hushed and strained whisper, but based on the disapproving look Alastor was side eyeing her way, he still heard it.
"You passed out, not long but I hardly find that 'fine'."
"I…may have overdone it today." She rubbed the back of her neck, her face heating in mild embarrassment. "I didn't have lunch, or dinner. And my water bottle is still back at the site…" She pressed her lips together, her gaze still shying away from his. "And there was all the running around with the chase and… this."
She finally braved a glance to find Alastor giving her an incredulous look.
"You're not taking care of yourself."
She jolted up. "What? No! I take care of myself. I just… forget to eat sometimes. I was really excited about our game and I went back to the site to get my water but the birds distracted me and I- I-"
She blinked a few times trying to find another time Alastor would have encountered her like this. While on earth it was almost a common occurrence for her to forget about eating or hydrating, it was usually Julie reminding her to…
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, the sudden realization coming to her. She would have to have a word with her best friend. Alastor was doing fine looking after her, she didn't need Julie giving him all of her secrets. What else had she told him? A question for later.
She shivered looking down to realize that she was still naked and a mess. Alastor must have read her thoughts because before she could even voice her complaint, he snapped his fingers and they were both cleaned and dressed.
"Thanks," she mumbled lamely. Though she was certain she had been chilled to the bone. It would likely take hours, maybe even a day to rid herself of the cold. She was almost always cold, and she'd have to work a bit harder to get some heat back. Hopefully she could just cuddle up closer to Alastor at night. He was always warm especially during his rut.
He quickly stood brushing himself off before offering her a hand that she gratefully took. It seemed her legs had become jelly after their activities, and she almost stumbled, Alastor wrapping a supportive arm around her waist.
"As shaky as a newborn fawn," he muttered under his breath. "Let's get you something to eat. Xander has a fresh doe back at the site."
Ellen just nodded, grumbling under her breath that she didn't need him to be looking after her in that way, but he chose to ignore it. She sincerely hoped the last few days of Alastor's rut were not as rough as the sex they just had. Her hips were already starting to ache and she didn't even want to think about how sore she would be tomorrow.