AN: Hey everyone! Another chapter with some spicy smut (the next one will have a bit too). Cheers.
He knew she had gotten herself in trouble, even before he sent his shadow to keep an eye on her. What sort of trouble, he didn't know. He paced his room trying to keep his head clear. He knew she would be safe. The contract he had rewritten insured no harm would come to her, even if he wasn't present. He promised he'd protect her and he would do so. All he could do was wait for her safe arrival.
The last day of his rut was normally painful, however this time it wasn't. He was fairly certain it was due to the intimacy he shared with Ellen. His cheeks heated at the thought, while his mind turned more carnal. No matter how often they lay together, it seemed it was never enough. He would be satisfied for half a day tops, before his body craved more. Craved her more. And this evening was getting very close to that limit.
He removed his jacket and tie before continuing his movement around his room. Overheated and restless, not a good combination to mix with the slow burn of anger building in his gut. Where was she? Why was he so concerned? She was capable of handling herself. Should he even be worried? He groaned in frustration. He never worried about anyone before. What did she do to him? The anger and frustration of uncertainty was foreign to him. The click of a door closing pulled him from his thoughts. A quick sniff confirmed his thoughts. She was back.
He ignored the twist of joy that accompanied the relief. He slipped to her room.
"What happened?"
She jumped unaware of his sudden presence. It was difficult to keep his eyes on her face. Despite the horrid clothes, he couldn't deny she looked just as ravishing in this form as she did in her more human one.
"Nothing too crazy, just some guy that couldn't take a hint." She stated it like it meant nothing. It only fueled the anger in his gut. His eyes narrowed.
"What did he do?"
"I dealt with it. Maybe a little less moral than normal, but I think I got the message across."
"What did he do?" He repeated through gritted teeth. He didn't dare think up possibilities, afraid he would lash out. Even the thought of someone looking at her with an impure thought made his blood boil.
She turned and looked at him and once she got a quick look, she glared. "I broke his arm Alastor, I think he's learned his lesson."
He closed the distance between them giving her a look up and down, looking for anything, even a hair, to be out of place. There was nothing. Though he wouldn't admit it, it was also a perfect opportunity to really get a close up look at her body.
Wide child bearing hips, freckled with little white spots. The soft white fur on her front leading to the perfect sized bosom, hidden delicately behind the see through fabric. He knew staring was impolite, but he couldn't help himself as his eyes ravaged her up and down more than a few times. He could bed her in an instant. She shook his thoughts. Something happened and he was going to find out.
"Why did you feel the need to break his arm, hmm? That's a bit out of character for you, even with a few drinks." He stared at her sternly.
She bit her lip, turning her gaze away. An obvious tell. She didn't want to say anything. The anger started to build again. This guy did something to her and she knew exactly what he would do if he found out. Why was she trying to protect this person?
"He grabbed me and I guess I got carried away. I thought for a second, I could take him down. I fled instead. Like I said I handled-"
The rage boiled over, not something he had felt for years. He was seeing red. How dare a man lay a finger on a woman without her consent, let alone one who very clearly voiced their disapproval. A man praying on the weaker souls. A disgusting excuse of a man. He would go visit this demon and have a chat with him, one with a permanent lesson.
Ellen's eyes widened seemingly knowing what he was about to do. "Alastor, it's not worth-" He didn't hear the rest as he slipped into shadow to his room grabbing his jacket and tie then disappeared into the night.
He had his shadow follow the demon after he was certain Ellen was safe so finding him took no time at all. He followed soundlessly behind the bull as he took a turn down an alleyway. His grin widened. He slipped into the shadows to remain unseen, though it was clear this man was ossified.
He stalked his prey until it looked as though he had followed him home. Before he could open the door he made his move.
"Good evening young chap. Could I have a quick word perhaps?"
The demon turned to look and upon meeting his face his eyes widened in horror. Alastor pulled his grin tighter, glad his reputation still preceded him.
"I- uh." He looked around frantically before returning to the Radio Demon. "Yeah sure."
"Lovely evening for a stroll isn't it?"
The demon clutched his arm closer to himself taking another quick look around the neighbourhood. There was no one else in sight. "I guess."
He took a few steps closer. "Tell me, what are you doing out so late, hmm? Out parting perhaps?"
"I don't want no trouble man." He tried taking a few steps back but was stopped by the door. His eyes were panicked, realizing he had nowhere to run. He swallowed thickly, his nerves now radiating off of him. It brought joy to Alastor.
"It appears it's too late for that." He glanced at the broken arm. "Do indulge me, your arm is broken, yes? By a little doe, no less."
The demon's eyes widened more than Alastor thought possible. Almost impressive. "That little bitch was fuckin off her nut. She caught me by surprise, the little slut. Won't happen again."
He bit his tongue to keep himself calm. Such foul language to be uttered about a woman, let alone his woman. This poor chap had sealed his own fate, there was no chance now that this demon would be let go.
"Hmm. And why may that be, I wonder." He closed the distance so he was towering over the bull. Some of his demonic form had slipped through. He was granted the satisfaction of watching him shrink back.
"Look man, I'm sorry I ain't gonna mess with her again."
"You are correct." His eyes narrowed, he was done toying with his food. In a movement that stunned the bull, Alastor pinned the other demon to the door by his neck, his claws gripping tightly around his neck. His eyes had become black radio dials and he could feel his antlers extending. He let all of his anger show, an outstanding display of terror and power. Something he hadn't done in awhile. It felt good. The air around him was almost rippling with his power.
"I am a man of my word, if you tell me exactly what you did to her, I will consider putting this behind me. Otherwise you will be made an example of."
He loosened his grip just enough for the bull to sputter out his words.
"I thought she was hot so I offered to get her a drink, when she declined I-" He choked gasping for air. "-I grabbed her waist to dance. Crazy bitch sacked me." Alastor felt his grip tighten involuntarily.
"Very limited vocabulary you have, do find other words to describe her," he growled.
"Little bitc- cunt was playin hard to get so when she was alone I grabbed her headed for one of the sex ro- ughk"
His hand tightened again. Alastor was shaking with anger, but his grin never faltered. He had heard enough. He leaned in close whispering into the bulls ear. "You have been honest, I have no doubts, but I still have one little problem. See that little doe you've been so expressively insulting is a bit dear to me. In fact, I'll let you in on our little secret. She is my missus, and what kind of husband would I be if I were to let some little-" he tightened his grip so blood started to drip from his claws, the bull now thrashing around wildly. "- insignificant loathsome sinner speak of her in such an ill manner?"
"Ple-" the other demon barely choked out. His eyes bulging out of his head.
"Hmm. Yes I'm sure you understand now. Far too late I'm afraid."
He leaned back to enjoy the look of terror and panic that filled the bulls eyes. It seemed he now understood his fate. Doomed to become part of the Radio Demons broadcast.
"No hard feelings though chum, you had no way of knowing, but one can never be too careful." He licked his lips taking a few more moments to enjoy the last of the demon's life before unhinging his jaw and swallowing him whole. He shuddered before returning to his normal form.
While it hadn't fully dissolved his anger, he was no longer seeing red. Feeling fairly satisfied that there was one less disgraceful man wandering the plains of hell.
He licked his fingers clean of blood before making his way back to the hotel. It had been a very long time since he had been out for a little hunt, especially one where his rage was so unchecked. It felt good letting off some steam, a subtle reminder that he was powerful, fearsome and in control. The feeling of unchecked and unhindered power flowing through him has a high he missed. It was one he didn't plan on waiting to unleash again soon. Now all he needed was to finish the evening by releasing the now unquenchable need to mate. This encounter had only built his desire more. He hummed lightly the rest of his walk back.
As soon as the door closed behind her she turned and glared. "You didn't have to eat him, Alastor." Her hands were hands on her hips.
While he was away she had taken off her clubbing attire to find none of her normal clothes fit her. So the only thing she could think of was the dress shirt she had taken from Alastor when she snuck back to her room a few days ago. It covered what it needed to, though it may have been a little shorter then she would have liked. It took her a few minutes to figure out what to do with her tail which now flicked under the shirt.
He was pulling his jacket and tie off, to no surprise. She could see that he was a bit past the comfort level of his rut. He was going to need a good release soon, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't need one too.
"Maybe I did not."
She only pointed to his shadow, hiding in the corner. It took one look at its master and zipped out of sight. He sighed. "He deserved it." He muttered coldly.
He started rolling up his sleeves and she saw the small patch of blood on his shirt. She waved her hand to it. "And you had to push yourself to intimidate him first too? Eating him wasn't good enough? You popped your stitches." She sighed. "Look I get it, you're upset but that…did you really need to do that?"
He steeled his shoulders before turning to face her, his pupils radio dials. "You gave me no choice. He needed to be made an example of. I will not allow any loathsome sinner vermin put their hand on you. Let alone the wretched insults he spewed." He replied bitterly.
He closed the distance quickly causing her to back up into a wall. "I do not share. Not when it comes to what's mine. You, my dear, are mine in every sense of the word. I will not have some pathetic lowlife sinner speak of you in such a way. You will be treated with the same respect the rest of hell gives me." He planted his hands on either side of her head. His eyes pierced hers, his face so close they were almost touching noses. "If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way I won't hesitate to set them straight. You WILL be treated with the utmost respect and dignity. So yes, this was necessary."
Her heart was racing. No she wasn't afraid. The opposite actually. She pressed her knees together. She was turned on. She didn't like the idea of being 'possessed' but him being overly protective of her was kinda hot. Claiming her as his, and only his. She swallowed thickly.
"Understood." It came out more breathy than she would have hoped.
"Lovely."
She could see now the beads of sweat slipping from his brow. She could feel the heat that radiated from him. His eyes were clouded. She had never seen him this bad, but right now it was clear his rut was affecting him hard. His eyes finally left hers moving down her body stopping at the hem of the shirt, half way up her thighs.
"Is that my-"
"It's the only thing that fits right now." She answered with a blush.
A sly grin fixed to his face. He closed his eyes, taking a sharp breath in. "I have a bit of an ask."
"Anything"
"I require some intimacy with you."
"Of course. I think I'm in need of some too." She smiled back at him, though he didn't see it.
"No." He let out a ragged breath. "This won't be gentle. I'm a bit too far gone for that." His arms shook around her.
She gave him a quick up and down, trying to get a read of him. She had a feeling she already knew where this was headed. "It's going to be rough. Really rough. You're looking to inflict some pain."
"Yes" His breaths were now heavy pants, his eyes still closed, brows furrowed seemingly trying to keep himself in line.
She bit her lip. She had never really done it like this before. How bad was it going to be? She let out a shaky breath.
"I want a safe word."
"A what?"
"A word agreed upon by the both of us that when uttered stops everything."
"Like what?"
She thought for a moment. It needed to be distinct, yet simple and precise. "Gold is at my limit. Scarlet is stop."
"Understood."
She wanted to tell him this was something she was afraid of. Something she wasn't sure she would be able to get through. There was damage here that she wasn't sure she was ready to face. Too many times her opinion didn't matter. Too many times her protests were simply ignored. This was a test of trust she was afraid he would fail, like every other partner she had.
He quickly grabbed her waist pulling her to him, his lips crashing to hers. He lifted her, his other hand moving to her back to help him carry her to the bed. He dropped her a little harshly onto the bed. He quickly removed his pants before climbing on top of her. His lips finding hers again. He removed her shirt, throwing it to the side before quickly removing his own. He pulled her hips up sliding in quickly and starting at a fast pace. He took one hand to hold her hands above her head, his claws digging into her skin.
She fought the conflicting state of her mind. She was enjoying this, she was still in heat after all. But the trauma of her past refused to leave her mind. It had never really been a thought until now. She trusted him every other time they lay together, but at this intensity she was starting to lose faith.
As he picked up the pace, his thrust more aggressive he let go of her hands moving them to her hips gripping tightly again. He leaned down and nipped her neck drawing blood. His tongue licked up any evidence. She shivered in pleasure.
She moved her hands to his back. She had claws now, at least in this form she did. She ran them down his back enough she was certain she would draw blood. He shuddered in delight. Her heart was racing, the coil tightening in her core. He didn't wait for her, letting himself release into her. He leaned down his lips encapsulating hers. He bit her lower lip, the metallic taste filling her mouth. He leaned in, his breath tickling her ear, causing it to flick.
"You are mine and only mine. For eternity."
She only nodded.
"Good girl." He cooed.
That sent a shiver of pleasure through her. His claws dug into her sides piercing her skin deep. She cried out in pain. He entered her again being just as rough as before. His claws stayed in her skin causing the holes to widen with each rough thrust. She squeezed her eyes shut. She went to move her hands but found she couldn't. She looked up to find black tendrils had wrapped her wrists holding her in place. Her heart rate quickened. He wanted full control. Not surprising.
All of the other times they had lay together, it was slow, intimate. Gentle, still learning each other's bodies, this was not that. This was fierce and dominating. Walking the thin line that separated pain and pleasure. His grip on her hips tightened again causing her to gasp in pain again as tears pricked her eyes.
"Gold!"
His claws eased off very slightly, his pace never slowing. He took his left hand from her waist, licking the blood off his nails. His hand moved to her throat squeezing. She had never been choked before. Her body trembled as she finally released. His hand tightened. What an unexpected high. Her breath was catching. The hand on her hip gripped tighter trying to hold her still as he quickened his pace again, the nails now tearing her flesh open. Black tendrils now held her down across her chest, waist and ankles. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on. She had only just released but there was so much happening at once, so much contact she was set to fall again.
She understood now, the passion and intensity love making had. A feeling she otherwise never really knew. It had always been almost like a chore. She lay there never really there enjoying the experience. Her body would still react and release but she never craved, never wanted it. The past week being in heat changed her perspective. If this was what it was supposed to feel like it was no wonder people couldn't keep their hands to themselves.
A low growl escaped his lips as he leaned over her, his eyes boring into hers. She couldn't help but smile up at him. His lips took hers again lightly sucking on the one he had bitten. A soft moan slipped from her lips as her back arched against the tendrils that held her to the bed.
"I want to touch you." she barely got the words out above a whisper.
She felt him grin against her lips. "Not yet my dear." His kisses moved down her neck sucking hard, no doubt leaving a trail of hickies. He leaned up and whispered in her ear. "And the next time you cum without asking permission first I will have to punish you. Understood?"
She shivered. "Yes. Oh god." She breathed. At this point she would have promised her soul without a second thought.
He chuckled. "God has nothing to do with this, sweetheart."
Her breath quickened knowing the next few minutes would be sweet torture. Her heart raced in anticipation.
He moved down to her groin area. She shuddered already knowing this was a game she would lose. She could hold if he had reentered her, maybe holding off a little bit, but even with an inexperienced tongue she would be undone in a matter of minutes. He had quickly learned how to get her undone. The tendrils all tightened their grip on her and she momentarily wondered how much control Alastor must have to still be able to focus on the tendrils while being so involved in sex. He hadn't even started and she already elicited moans.
His warm breath was enough to get her to squirm against her restraints. Then a single flick of his tongue. He was teasing her. She grinned. She had done the same to him a few times the past week, it seemed only fair she was on the receiving end, though now she was even more determined to have him work for it.
Another singular flick and her back arched. She pressed her lips together to keep silent. Another flick followed by a second, then a third. By the third she was shaking but held strong keeping her moans to herself.
"No need to be quiet, my dear. Your sounds are delightful to my ears."
Her face flushed but she kept her mouth clamped shut. His eyes looked up to meet hers, finally understanding the game he had no idea he was playing. His grin grew devilish. He was up for the challenge.
"Perhaps we make this interesting." He took his thumb and put it in his mouth before moving it to spin slow circles around her clitoris.
She trembled under him trying to focus on his words and not the building need in her groin.
"You will still ask permission before you release, if not my name will slip from your lovely lips and echo off every wall of this room."
Her breath hitched, eyes scrunched shut. There was no way she was going to scream his name. She could ask permission. That wasn't so bad.
His thumb slowed. "I will need some sort of confirmation."
She nodded.
"Good girl."
No amount of clenching or tongue biting could stop the moan that escaped.
"Music to my ears," he murmured.
In a quick movement his tongue replaced thumb, his finger moving to enter her, wiggling inside her.
Her back arched as high as she could manage, still restrained, her wrists pulling hard at the tendrils. She wasn't going to last very much longer and no amount of restraint was keeping her quiet now.
"Please…" she gasped as he pulled a little harder on her clitoris. "I…I want to…" she clamped her mouth shut, her pride getting the better of her. She didn't want to ask permission, but she didn't want to cry out his name either. She threw her head back, body spasming under the pressure to release. She squeezed her eyes shut.
She was normally great at this, sex was a mental game, something she could zone out of if she wanted but she couldn't get out of her own head. He was keeping her in the moment and that made it all the more difficult to hold off on her release. There was nothing to distract her from what he was doing to her, and he was doing so many amazing things.
"I want…" No, she was too prideful for that. Did he really need her to beg to release? Not even she was that cruel.
He looked up with eyes and smile devilish. "Do tell me what it is you want. Don't keep me in suspense, my dear."
She let out another pleasured groan as he returned to her torment. At this stage she was at her breaking point, body squirming and convulsing under him. She either played the game, or accepted the consequences. Surely the consequences wouldn't be that bad.
He knew she was close, her body had made it obvious even if she wasn't ready to admit defeat yet. She wasn't going to scream his name; she had already made that decision, yet Alastor had worked her to her end. There was no time to ask for permission, not that she really wanted to anyway.
She hated that he got to her this way, she hated screaming out someone's name, but it didn't matter. At this moment it felt right, it felt like it was being ripped from her core. Her body finally released the pressure, the tightening spring that had built with nowhere else to go.
"Oh God! ALASTOR!"
She shook as she rode the waves of ecstasy that washed through her. It had never been that intense before. Her breath was laboured when the tendrils finally released her.
"You have your safe words, yes? Now that you are satisfied, I will have my turn. I will not hold back, but I do not wish to hurt you either."
She only nodded, still trying to get her breath back. She watched as he slipped out of his normal form, eye black, antlers elongating and the tendrils back around her wrists, this time very tight. It was about to get really rough. She blinked back any fear that had tried to surface.