The hallway was heavily shadowed, the only light coming from the wall sconces. The soft glow gave Charlie an otherworldly appearance as it caught in her hair. Alastor felt something stir deep in his chest and gut; a mix of desire and fondness that probably would be called something else by anyone with better sense, but that was not a word he was willing to admit, not even in the deepest recesses of his mind.
"Well, this is me." Charlie gave a little shrug and indicated the door before them.
"Yes, I'm quite familiar, darling," Alastor responded with a gentle snort, partially distracted by the play of light on her hair, and by a gentle, distracting, and distantly familiar scent that was gradually invading his mind.
"Are you coming in?" She took a step towards him, bringing them within a handspan of each other. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons on his jacket, hoping he might want to spend the night again. They both liked having their own space, and they still weren't ready, even after all this time, to make whatever this was properly public. Or put a name to it.
"I'd very much like to, but I have an early overlord meeting and you tend to keep me… up. In multiple senses of the word. But we should discuss plans for my rut as it's next month. Maybe we can go away to my house again?" Alastor ran the backs of his fingers down her arm, his voice carrying something warm and hopeful as he watched her.
"Fine fine, go to bed. And yeah, we can talk about it tomorrow." Charlie stood on the tips of her hooves and wrapped her arms around his neck while pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before squeezing him in a hug. He returned the embrace and nestled his face against her neck, his arms coming up to draw her as close as possible. "Good night."
Charlie made to pull away, but his arms had tightened into steel bands around her. Alastor adjusted his face, pressing his nose against her skin, and took a deep inhale. His reaction was a complete surprise, and she gasped as he pushed her back roughly against the door as he took another deep breath.
"What do I smell, Charlie?" Alastor's voice was a low rasp, muffled slightly by his proximity to her throat. All the blood in his body had rushed southward and the only thing that was going through his mind was that he had to get her inside and lock the door; no one else could see her like his and he needed to fill her. Alastor could feel the heat of her body through the layers of clothing that separated them and he wanted to shred every piece of fabric to touch her.
Her body tensed under his hands, a kind of hesitance in her words as she answered. "What? I have no idea what —"
His mouth covered hers, less of a kiss and more of a claiming; hungry and desperate. Alastor hoisted her up so their faces were on a level, her legs wrapped around his waist and a confused but not at all unhappy princess of hell returned the kiss.
Alastor freed one hand and searched blindly for the handle, most of his attention focused on her mouth and the roll of her hips in response to his insistent touches. He finally got the door open and they all but fell inside; the door slammed shut with considerable force from a well-placed kick.
"Changed your mind?" Charlie's question was almost lost between lips, teeth, and tongue clashing, but Alastor heard it and let out a low snarl in response. His body elongated, growing at least an additional foot while his antlers branched over them, ribbons of shadow swirling around his legs and tugging at his pants.
He pinned her to the wall and didn't waste his time with buttons or clasps, he just ripped the front of her shirt wide open before slipping a long, wicked claw under the band of her bra, slicing cleanly through the material.
"Hey! We talked about this!" Alastor hadn't treated her clothing with such disregard in ages, but her protests fell on deaf ears. Saliva had started to dribble down the side of his mouth as he took in her bare chest, heaving as she caught her breath from his onslaught. He bent down to catch a breast in his mouth, nipping, licking, and sucking with more force than he usually used so early in one of their encounters.
A large hand squeezed her other breast, catching the nipple between his claws and giving it a merciless tug. Alastor depended entirely on his hips to hold her to the wall as his other hand tore through her pants, completely shredding the fabric.
Charlie decided it wasn't worth the energy trying to talk to him and instead put her energy into divesting him of his clothing, starting at his bow tie, but he was going to owe her a trip to Rosie's. Maybe more than one. At least he was a little more careful with her shoes as he forced them from her hooves, but not by much. Not that she didn't enjoy a little desperation from him. It made her feel desirable. Sexy.
She was pushing his jacket from his shoulders when Alastor suddenly turned them and dropped her unceremoniously on the bed. Charlie let out a surprised squeal as she landed, bouncing on the soft mattress. He was making short work of his clothing, toeing off his shoes as he pulled and tore at the buttons of his top. He let out a warning growl when Charlie got to her feet, moving toward him.
"Back on that bed." She rolled her eyes, he could be so annoying sometimes. Demanding. Bossy. An all-around pain in the ass. He was acting like moving a little meant she wasn't going to let him fuck her silly.
"It'll be faster if I help." He hadn't shrunk back down, which made things a little more complicated and she opted to handle getting his pants off. He'd managed to open his shirt so the soft fur there was on display but hadn't undone his bracers first and was now fighting with them, his longer claws complicating the process.
Charlie leaned in and kissed his chest, trailing her mouth down to his navel as her hands worked on his belt. Maybe she could slow him down a bit, she had no idea what had gotten into him, he wasn't normally this demanding. Unless you included his rut. In which case the last time she'd just walked around naked most of the time or in a loose dress with nothing under it. He'd be fine and then Charlie would bend one way or another, or something else equally as innocent, and he'd be on her.
Alastor had paused his battle with his bracers, eyes locked on her every movement, completely enthralled with her progress. Once he was unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped, she wasted no time shoving his pants and briefs down his thighs and letting his rigid cock spring free. That brought her up short. She was intimately and thoroughly familiar with every inch of her partner and this was not what she normally had to work with. It seemed every part of him had expanded.
Charlie's tongue slipped out and she lapped at the glistening head of his cock, catching the bead of precum that had formed there. She didn't have time to do anything else, his hand fisted her hair and dragged her up for a searing kiss before shoving her back onto the bed.
Alastor stood, looking down at the panting blonde spread before him. Her legs were splayed open, giving him an uninterrupted view of her panties — the only item of clothing she was still wearing. His cock twitched as his gaze fell to the steadily growing damp patch between her thighs.
When she started to move towards him again he snapped — actually snapped! — his teeth at her while he snarled at her to stay on the damn bed as he shoved his slacks the rest of the way off. Once they were off, Alastor didn't move. He just stayed at the end of the bed, looking down at her as he took deep, steadying breaths. Whatever that scent was mixed with Charlie's arousal was making his head spin. He couldn't work out what he wanted to do to her first — everything all at once really. He wanted her to ride his face into the mattress, he wanted to finish her on his hand, and he wanted to fill her till it ran down her legs and neither of them could move.
His cock strained painfully, a fresh bead of precum forming on the tip — his body deciding for him. Alastor palmed himself as his long claws shot out, cut through the waistband of her panties, and discarded them on the floor.
"Alastor, you have to go back to normal. That's not going to fit." Charlie was scrambling back the bed away from him, clearly forgetting how much he enjoyed it when she ran. His free hand gripped her ankle and yanked her back towards him. She was panting and he didn't know if it was fear or arousal, it didn't really matter.
"You were made for me, darling. It'll fit. If it doesn't, I'll make it." Alastor didn't give her a chance to protest further; deft hands flipped her to her stomach, forcing her hips up to meet him. Alastor pressed the weeping head of his cock against her round bottom, rubbing his precum over her pale skin. His hand darted between her thighs — she was dripping. It was nothing to coat his fingers and smear it over his cock. He took a quick moment to admire her like his; face down on the bed, ass in the air, legs spread and coated in slick, and his cock against her. Such a pretty picture.
Alastor's breathing was ragged as he grabbed her hips and pressed himself to her, his tip slid into her with no issue and they both groaned. There was already a light sheen of sweat forming on her skin, leaning down he let his tongue slide up the dip in her spine.
"Do hold on, sweetness." Charlie's hands fisted in the blankets and he tried to push himself home. It was a tight fit, more so than usual and she was panting and writhing as he inched slowly into her. Her body stretched to accommodate him, a pleasurable ache growing between her legs as he pushed further into her. Alastor was forced to pause, pull slowly out several times before starting again, so tight was the fit with his expanded form. His cock dragged against her walls, her little cries at every inch he gained had him panting, his fingers digging into her hips and waist.
Charlie's long nails dug into the blankets, ripping strips from the fabric as he stretched her. Her breathing was ragged and she was making a myriad of delicious noises when her ass was finally pressed flush to his groin. Alastor's grip on her hips tightened, claws pricking into the soft flesh, tiny beads of blood welling there. He fought with himself to give her a moment to adjust but the way her walls fluttered around him had him biting his lip till he tasted blood. The scarlet liquid ran down his chin and dripped on her back; the droplet rolled down the indented line of her spine, spreading like a map on her skin.
Alastor chased the coppery liquid with his tongue, groaning as it mixed with the salty sweetness of the sweat coating her skin. Charlie whimpered and her hips jerked back against him before pulling away slightly. He made a guttural sound against her back, mirroring the movement as he felt a fresh gush of her arousal. Her desperate mewl as his teeth scraped over her back sent a tremor through his body.
"P-please… please…" She didn't need to expand anymore, Alastor knew what she was asking for. It was the same thing he needed. His hips jerked back, pulling away before he buried himself to the hilt again. Charlie's sharp cry mixed with his guttural groan and he was unable to wait any longer; he let himself go.
One hand stayed planted on her waist while the other splayed between her shoulder blades, keeping her chest pressed to the bed. Each hard stroke and thrust made the bed creak and groan as it was shoved harder into the wall. The slap of flesh on flesh was offset by the sound of the solid wooden frame slamming against the wall.
If Charlie could have put thought into anything beyond the feel of his cock pressed against the entrance to her cervix every time her rear met his groin, she might have been concerned about the damage or the possible sounds. As it was, it was all she could do not to dissolve into a mewling, writhing mess beneath him. She was losing track of why she wanted to avoid that anyway.
For all of his preoccupation with the feel of her tight heat around him, some things had become second nature to Alastor. Such as making sure his princess came on his cock at least once before he filled her. A quick roll of his hips had him rubbing inside her in just the right way. Each thrust had him hitting that spot again before ramming into her cervix.
Charlie's whole body shook with each repeat, her long claws piercing into the mattress as her body clamped down around him, an orgasm ripping through her body. He could feel the peak fast approaching as she pulsed around him, the movements of his hips becoming erratic and frenzied; pressing himself as deep inside her as possible as she trembled around him.
"Hold still." Alastor's jaws clamped onto the back of her neck to hold her. As careful as he was, he still broke skin. It was that taste of copper mixed with the feeling of the tip of his cock battering her cervix that sent him over the edge. His hips jerked and he moaned against her skin as he filled her while the knot at the base of his cock inflated, locking them together.
Charlie cried out, following him into another orgasm; the feeling of fullness from his enlarged cock, spurts of hot seed, and sharp teeth holding her tight making her cry into the bed, her hips jerking against him, but held firmly in place. Alastor thrust forward, pressing her hard into the mattress and limiting her continued movements. Her body was still spasming around him when the Radio Demon finally shrunk to his usual size and released her neck from his jaws. He twitched when he felt her whimper of protest at the change.
Alastor nuzzled against her neck, lapping at her skin around the puncture marks and inhaling that scent that had invaded his mind. Neither of them spoke for several minutes, holding each other close as they trailed hands over available skin.
It wasn't like he didn't go mad for her during his rut, but this had gone beyond that. It felt like something was guiding his every movement. And as Charlie shifted, he could feel the fog creeping back into the edges of his mind, telling him to start again. They were already in position, and while they couldn't move right now, he could pleasure her until the feel of her body finding its release sent him over the edge.
The mix of gasps and contented squeaks as his tongue rasped over her salty skin had his cock twitching in renewed interest. He must have hit a specifically sensitive spot because Charlie's hips wiggled, pushing her further back against him.
Alastor's hands traveled over her skin in slow patterns, pausing whenever he got a specifically noticeable reaction. He couldn't stop himself from nuzzling at her and taking in deep lungfuls of her scent. That intense scent that had set him off initially was still present, but almost muted, more relaxed.
"Darling…"
"Mhmm?" Her response was a sleepy murmur and she barely stirred.
"You never told me what I was smelling."
There was a long pause before Charlie shifted; her body pressed closer to him, but her face turned towards her pillow. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"No? I feel like there's something you're not telling me." Long fingers pushed blonde hair from her neck, pressing a kiss to the skin it had hidden.
Charlie let out a long sigh, keeping her face turned towards the pillow, running the pads of her fingers slowly over his bare forearm. "Ok. So you know how you have your ruts?"
"Very familiar, yes."
"Well… succubus don't get a rut per se since we're always kinda horny, but we do go into season." That was probably an oversimplification, but it was the most straightforward way she could think of to explain it. There was more to it, obviously, but maybe he'd be satisfied with that.
"I'm not following."
She apparently had no such luck. Charlie didn't particularly want to go into the whole thing, at least what she knew of it. Her mother's explanation of the process had been limited at best. She was sure Lilith had glossed over some things and left others out altogether. Probably because she assumed when anyone finally noticed Charlie in that way, she'd have lots of time to go into the finer points. She should probably just be grateful she'd gotten any details at all.
Charlie let out a long, slow breath. If he was smelling what she thought he was smelling, this wasn't going to be a one-time thing. It was probably going to be a long week, and it was going to happen every few years. "I start to ovulate and my body starts to create more pheromones. To attract a mate."
"A what, excuse me?" Alastor was fairly sure he hadn't misheard that. Oh sure, he was currently still buried in her and locked in place by an involuntary feature of his reproductive system that was intended to help with the whole breeding process, but mate was not a word he bandied about lightly. It had a certain finality to it.
Although if there was ever anyone he'd apply that term to, it would be Charlie.
"The normal cycle for my body is that I'm trying to… get someone to breed me."
He suppressed his shudder of delight at that thought. Breeding Charlie. Dear god. If that was possible… Alastor would be willing to put a lot of effort into trying. Even if it wasn't possible, he'd be more than willing to put in the time.
"How often does this happen? And do I need to be worried about the rest of the hotel breaking down that door?" He certainly would have tried if he'd caught a whiff of that scent while not in the same space as her. And hell help whoever was already in bed with her had that happened.
"Every few years? There's a long time between them. I think the last one was before you got here."
Alastor paused, doing his best to get a better look at her face; which was rather tricky given their current position. "Maybe two or three months before I arrived?"
Charlie did some quick calculations, then nodded. "Yeah, that sounds right."
Well, that might explain a thing or two. His ruts had never been fun, but a fair number of years back they started to come on randomly. In one instance he'd finished his rut only to have it start again two weeks later. It would happen every few years, and no one had ever been able to explain it to him, nor had he ever heard of anyone having a similar experience. (Not that he'd asked, but Rosie had found his dilemma intriguing and looked into it on her own. She'd never given him any kind of explanation, but she had hinted she had a theory or two.)
If his unexplained ruts did line up with Charlie's… seasons, well that would explain why he'd been drawn to the hotel beyond hearing her song and dance. And here he was again, considering something he didn't want to explore right now.
Alastor turned his attention back to the demoness cradled against him. "Why didn't you warn me, if you knew this could happen?"
"Because it hasn't been an issue before. None of my other partners noticed it."
Alastor snarled at the reminder that she'd had other partners of both sexes before him. He fought not to dig his claws into her flesh; the way his body currently wanted to do that didn't feel like it would be fun for either of them.
"What do you mean none of them noticed?"
"It's weird… the pheromones only seem to work on some demons. Kind of like they're looking for a compatible mate. Like with my parents… when mom would go through it, dad would go absolutely spare the entire time." It felt a little odd talking about her parents in this context, and certainly in their current position, but it was the only frame of reference she had for it. And the only way she felt she could even kind of explain what was currently happening. "One of my aunts or uncles would generally take care of me, but my parents would be locked up in their room for like… two weeks and dad wouldn't let anyone else near her. It's a minor miracle I don't have any siblings. They went at it… a lot. Don't look at me like that, they were both really into it. Anyway, whatever the pheromone I produce, no one else has ever reacted to it before. Mom and Dad tried a couple of balls when I was younger. They invited demons from all over in the hopes of finding someone who was drawn to me in that way, but it never worked. So… yeah, this is kinda new."
"So, you're going into season around the same time as my rut?"
"I mean, the pheromones may trigger your rut and force in on you sooner… but yeah."
If his theory was correct, it would absolutely do that. Hopefully, it just moved the whole thing up and he wouldn't be subjected to a whole 'nother one after that.
Alastor let out a soft huff, "Well that's going to be exhausting. Your body is sending out signals that it needs to be bred, my body is desperate to breed you. I wonder if there's any point in you bringing clothes."
Charlie swatted at him. "Of course, I should bring clothes. I'll need you to give me a break to eat."
"Oh, I plan on doing some eating. On the table, on the counter… on the bed… maybe on my back…"
"Alastor."
"Sweetheart, you remember my last rut?" A flare of heat spiked in Charlie's belly and she turned her head into the blankets. Oh, she remembered. She remembered very very well the ache in her muscles, the tenderness of her breasts, the marks all over her skin… and the way his release would drip down her thighs. "If I remember correctly, you lost your voice for a few days. Now, imagine what we just did on top of my rather impressive stamina during that period."
He let out a long groan as she clenched around him, his cock starting to harden again in response. Alastor bumped his nose gently to the back of her head, taking in more of her scent; a mix between her natural aroma and what was apparently her pheromones. There was a light buzzing under his skin, little zings of energy traveling up his spine, and a tightening in his groin.
He knew the point of the pheromones, and now that he knew that was the cause of his sudden need it was easier to identify other side effects. They weren't dissimilar to those of rut; his desire to fill her until she overflowed, the ache at the base of his antlers, a kind of fierce territorialism, and the urge to pin her to one surface or another till he was satisfied or unable to continue.
Charlie let out a long yawn and stretched with a sigh. "Are you going back to sleep in your room?" Her voice had a sleepy, content quality as her hand searched for a blanket.
"Darling, you just told me you are 'in season', and that it's possible other demons can detect it. If you think I have any intention of leaving you alone tonight, you're sadly mistaken. Additionally," his nose pressed into the hair behind her ear, "I don't think I'm done with you just yet."
Charlie's startled squeak morphed into a soft moan as he rolled them so she was under him again, pressed hard to the mattress.
"Apologies, sweetheart." He mumbled as he moved back to sit on his haunches, guiding her up with an arm wrapped around her middle. "As we're already here…"
He gave an experimental thrust, grinning against her shoulder as she let out a desperate whimper. It was at least another two hours before he pulled the sheets up over their tired bodies and curled his long-form around her, arms tight around her as they drifted off to sleep.
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Alastor drummed his fingers against the table, watching through narrowed eyes as Velvette presented yet another indiscernible slide for her talk. Each long claw clicked as it hit the table, resonating against the solid wood.
He could be home, in bed with Charlie. Or better yet they could have packed and been at his house far away from every disturbance with nothing to do but fulfil their hedonistic desires. Well mainly his, but she'd be a participant. A very very active participant.
She'd been snuggled under the blankets when he'd slipped out this morning; even with the changed circumstances he had to be at this meeting. Or at least that's what he'd been told, this whole thing could have gone off just fine without him. Rosie could have given him the minutes and he wouldn't have had to sit through two hours of barely discernible talking and slides.
Alastor let out a long, suffering sigh, his claws hitting the table with enough force to leave small dents in the surface. Rosie reached over, closing a hand over his. His gaze flicked to his old friend; her mouth was quirked to one side, one eyebrow cocked as she looked at him. He shrugged and sat back in his chair, barely avoiding hunching over with arms crossed to pout like a toddler.
His mind drifted back to Charlie and the way her hair had been fanned over the pillows, the flush still on her cheeks, the smell of sex mixing with all the other scents in the room. His eyelids fluttered slightly as his eyes shifted to solid black and then back in a flash. The very idea of her various scents mixing was enough to set him off. But they'd formed such a heady bouquet this morning it had been a challenge to get out the door.
He wanted to be wrapped in it again, wanted to give up control to whatever base instincts it brought out in him. If it was all instinct, it had nothing to do with feelings. His claws curled slowly as he tried to catch the memory of that scent again, but the memory would hardly stand up to life.
Alastor tilted his head slowly enough to the side to be barely noticed, but it brought him within easy distance to catch faint traces of her on the fabric of his overcoat. Saliva began to pool under his tongue, that familiar ache forming at the base of his antlers. It occurred to him this might not have been a well-thought-out idea. He immediately tried to suck in enough air to clear the heady scent from his nose and maybe prevent the front of his slacks from tenting any further.
He should probably just leave during the next break.
The sound of voices just outside the door to the conference room made his ears twitch in that direction, trembling at the familiar tone.
"Well, I still don't know why you want to see Alastor, princess, but he's right in here." Vox pushed open the door, ushering a gently flushed Charlie into the room. She was in her usual dark pants but had forgone the blazer and suspenders. The top few buttons of her top had been left open, revealing that the skin of her chest was just as flushed as her face. The TV-headed demon was eyeing her in a way Alastor did not appreciate, an interested and mildly appreciative look in his eyes. "Have you gotten a new perfume? You smell…"
Alastor was out of his seat and moving towards her as Vox leaned closer. He supposed he should be grateful that a television wouldn't have the same olfactory abilities as a stag. His chest almost swelled with pride at once again being proven superior.
"Charlie! What brings you here, my dear?" Her eyes had an oddly glazed quality as she watched him drawing close, dragging her lower lip into her mouth with her teeth as the flush to her skin deepened. She looked drunk if he was being honest. "Are you alright? Something wrong at the hotel?"
"Al…" she reached out, her hands scraping down his coat as she tipped into his arms. They immediately closed around her, pulling her lush form to fit snugly against him. Alastor's own body reacted to proximity; a wild desire to bend her over the table tried to seize hold and he was forced to put some distance between them. The eyes of most of the other overlords in the room were on them, and if they were paying close enough attention, he was sure he was telegraphing everything.
"Excuse us." Alastor pulled Charlie back out of the door and into one of the small rooms across the hall meant to be used for private business during breaks in meetings. He'd met with Rosie often enough in them to discuss alliances and possible threats. And he'd used them a time or two to avoid Vox if he was being honest.
Charlie blinked slowly at him as he closed and locked the door behind them. "Now, what –" he'd barely turned around when her arms were around his neck, her body pressed flush to his, and her mouth on his. Far be it from him to complain about such treatment — especially given his recent train of thought — but as welcome as it was, it was out of character for her.
"Charlie– Charlie hold on." Alastor drew back, receiving only a whimper of protest from the blonde in his arms. Her eyes had a glassy quality. "Darling, what —"
She didn't let him get another word out, shoving herself so hard against him they stumbled back. The back of Alastor's thighs hit the table and he sat down hard, Charlie standing between his legs, her mouth moving against his as her hands made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. Alastor pushed himself to the edge of the table, dragging Charlie closer with one hand cupping the back of her head and the other splaying over the curve of her rear.
This was probably not one of his better plans, but he'd barely calmed himself down after just catching faint traces of her from his clothing. This was like waving a chicken at an alligator. He didn't have any defense against it, nor any interest in developing one.
She was hot in his arms, there was nothing soft about the kisses she was giving him, they were more akin to being claimed or consumed. Her hands were skimming over every inch of him within reach, never stopping, just touching him as much as was possible in their position and state of dress.
Charlie dragged her mouth over his jaw in sloppy kisses, leaving a trail that felt cold between the cool air of the room and the loss of her lips. That buzzing feeling was back under his skin along with a pressure building at the base of his antlers. Her lips were hot against his skin, almost like they were scalding him. He welcomed the feeling, his head tipping back as her fingers found the buckle to his belt, insistent tugging turning into demanding yanks when she couldn't get it undone fast enough.
The chime of a bell echoed in his head. The bell signaled a recess during an overlord meeting; which meant there was a meeting he should be in. Charlie's hand dragged over the front of his slacks, pressing hard to his stiff length.
"Charlie, wait." She wasn't even remotely listening, too focused on her task and the prize at the end. And as badly as he wanted to just give into this, if they started fucking in here he wouldn't be going anywhere for at least thirty minutes just based on the fact he'd forget to keep himself from knotting her in their current state. Once he found his way into her wet heat again, he intended to stay there for hours.
It wasn't like they hadn't had sex in various questionable locations. His radio tower for one, on multiple occasions in various iterations; cockwarming while he edged her during broadcasts, roughly taking her between announcements and a vast array of others. But it didn't seem advisable to start anything barely twenty feet from a room packed with overlords.
The Princess of Hell seemed to have no such reservations. She'd completely ignored his request to stop and was still, inexplicably, fighting with his belt. She let out a little whine of protest when he grabbed her wrists, jerking her hands away and forcing her up so their noses almost brushed. Rather than stopping her, it simply refocused her attention back to his mouth.
She was kissing him again before he could get a word in. Was this what he was like for her during his rut? The fact that she had yet to hit him with anything to dissuade him was impressive. Extremely impressive really. As much as he was enjoying her undivided attention, he did need to know what had originally brought her here.
Breaking the kiss, he dropped her wrists and surged off the table, his sudden movement taking her unaware. It was a few quick steps and he had her back to the wall. Alastor trapped her between himself and the surface, one hand on her hip, the other braced above her; his leg slotted between her own and pressed firmly against her, his groin snug to her hip, and his face nestled against her neck.
The feel of the cool wall on her back sent a jolt through Charlie, fighting the waves of heat that had been rolling over her. The shock let her take stock of their current position; his thigh was pressed hard to her center, warm puffs of air fanned over her throat as her hand fisted in the hair at the back of his head. Her other arm was wrapped tightly around his shoulder to keep her balanced.
"What are you doing here, Charlotte?" His voice was a rough growl against her skin, the vibrations sending chills skittering down her spine. He was taking in deep, steadying breaths of her scent, almost snuffling against her.
"I… I'm not sure? I missed you." It had felt more like a compulsion than a decision. She'd woken up alone and simply wanted to be around him, so she'd gone where he was. The journey here was fuzzy at best; as far as she knew she hadn't walked into traffic or accepted any soul deals on the way.
"You missed me." The statement was flat but lined with something barely contained. "You walked across the pride ring, to an overlord meeting while giving off pheromones that signal you're ripe to be bred because you missed me ." His last few words were snarled, and while Charlie was sure it should have scared her it instead sent a bolt of heat to her core.
"I…" she needed him, but that was out of the question at the moment. She shifted slightly, causing the seam of her pants to rub against his leg, the pressure pushing it against her. Charlie did her best to contain the tiny moan the action elicited. Alastor froze, his hand tightening on her hip.
"I thought you said this didn't make you any more… aroused than usual?"
Charlie pressed the back of her head hard to the wall and bit her lip, fighting the urge to rub herself against him. "It shouldn't… it-it never has before."
"You also said you've never had a partner who reacted to it before."
"Mmhmm." Her breath was coming in shallow pants, her chest heaving and pushing against the already strained buttons of her top.
"I think you should speak to your mother." He should be sending her back to the hotel via his shadow; he should be pulling away from her and putting some distance between the two of them. But with each of her breaths he caught sight of little flashes of skin between the buttons of her top; a hint of pale skin, a sliver of dark lace. And really, he wasn't a very strong man… and how he wanted her. A little more touching probably wouldn't hurt in the grand scheme of things, they were already here after all. Alastor's hand gently guided her to rock on his leg, his breathing hitched when she gasped.
"Ok," Charlie whispered, nodding fervently in agreement as her hand tightened in his hair. Already she couldn't remember what she'd agreed to, something about how she was feeling.
How she was feeling. She felt hot; almost like she was burning up with a fever. Her thoughts were starting to fray again, the wall against her back no longer a cool anchor as it heated to match her body. Alastor's breath, which should have felt warm against her skin, was like an icy breeze. His lips were cool and soft, a welcome relief to the fire blazing under her skin. Charlie pressed his face further to her neck, a breathless moan rushing out of her when his mouth pressed fully to her. She could have cried when his tongue darted out to taste her.
Her hips rolled again, bringing a reprieve as the seam of her pants caught and rubbed on her clit. A wave of pleasure crashed over her and she repeated the action, getting lost in the push and pull of the sensations.
Alastor's breathing was shallow, every fiber of his being screaming at him to take her. That scent was invading his scenes again, dulling his higher cognitive functions until it was only Charlie. He could feel the damp growing heat on his thigh as she rubbed against him; she was almost burning him through the layers of fabric. He thought if he pulled away he'd see the heat rising and rippling off her skin.
If he'd been able to think at all it might have given him pause. Charlie didn't run that hot. Her temperature not to mention her behavior was completely outside the norm.
She released her hold on him to rip at the front of her shirt, popping the buttons off in her desperation to feel air on her skin. Her plush breasts pushed against the cups of her bra, nearly overflowing past the fabric. Alastor's tongue slid out to catch the stray drop of saliva that was trying to escape past his lips at the sight. What would the harm be in a little more? Just a look. He'd stop as soon as he saw one of those hidden little buds. It would be his reward for sitting through as much of the meeting as he had so far.
One long-clawed hand tugged on her bra, causing one breast to spill free into his waiting hand. His thumb flicked over the taught nipple, Charlie's back bowed off the wall, pressing herself further into his hand. Another pass had her arching further, her body shuddering under his touch. His mouth caught hers, swallowing every sound she made and returning them with his own.
To hell with it.
Charlie's whimpers sent vibrations through his lips, sending his nerves thrumming at the sensation. His hand abandoned her breast, sliding back down to her hip to guide her to grind against his leg as he bent to kiss and suck on the exposed skin of her collarbone and chest.
Her hand found the back of his head again, pressing his face more solidly into her chest. Increasing her pace as she moved against his thigh in response as his mouth traveled over her skin. Charlie let out a breathy gasp as his teeth scraped over her, her hips moving of their own accord.
There was a molten pressure building behind her navel fed by her movements and bolts of pleasure from Alastor's mouth. His gaze flicked up to her face; the color was high in her cheeks, and marks from his attention peppered across her chest — they stood out even against the flush of her skin.
Alastor's hands tightened on her waist, pressing her harder against the taught muscles of his leg. He could feel it starting to shake in fatigue, but he wanted to watch her fall apart. He'd probably be in for a very uncomfortable rest of the afternoon as he sat through whatever remained of the damnable meeting, but hopefully, it would help Charlie.
"Come on now, darling, just let go." The words were accompanied by another graze of his teeth and a particularly rough grind on his leg. Her thighs clenched around him, her whole body going taught as she hit her release. A swell of masculine pride filled his chest as he pulled away to watch her; her hips jerking as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
He bent towards her, his lips tracing the line of her jaw as her breathing fell into a more even rhythm. His cock was still hard, straining against the fabric of his pants as Charlie's breath fanned the side of his face. He began to pull away, intending to straighten — or mend in Charlie's case — their clothing and send them both back where they needed to be when there was a firm knock on the door.
A no-nonsense voice called from the other side. "Alastor? Hun? You in there?"
Alastor's brain was still fuzzy, and all he wanted to do was get lost in Charlie again, but he knew that voice and Rosie wouldn't be looking for him if it wasn't important. Charlie made a noise as he straightened her shirt the best he could, his fingers lingering perhaps unnecessarily long as he adjusted her bra. Her eyes were clearer post-orgasm, but she still staggered a little when he pulled back. She essentially melted into the chair he drew over for her, her body almost boneless in its relief.
He unlocked the door, pulling it open just enough to stick his face out, but Rosie was having none of that; she barged straight past him and he was barely able to grab the door before it swung out of his grasp.
"Alastor! This is an important meeting, what are you – oh." Rosie stopped short, getting a good look at Charlie lounging in her chair, flushed and disheveled. She looked properly debauched; there was no hiding what they'd been doing, especially not with half of the buttons still missing from her top. The cannibal town overlord rounded on him. "Just what do you think you're doing? You can't walk out of the meeting to make whoopie with the princess of hell in a side room!"
He straightened his shirt and overcoat, taking extra time with the buttons on his sleeve. "I assure you this wasn't a planned tryst, darling. Charlie just showed up and –"
"Why does she look drunk? Dear god, Alastor, what did you give the girl?" the cannibal overlord stomped over to her, bending to try and get a better look at the subject of her question.
Her tone was so accusing, not to mention what she was suggesting, that he bristled in response. "What did I – Rosie! As if I would stoop to –"
"Well, then what's wrong with her?" Rosie tipped Charlie's chin up, raising one of her eyelids so she could inspect the glassy eye beneath it.
"As I'm sure you're aware, Charlie is a succubus. And she's apparently… How did she put it? Ah, yes, 'in season'."
Rosie rounded on him with a squawk. "You brought an in-season succubus to an overlord meeting? A royal succubus? Alastor! Are you insane?"
"I didn't bring her anywhere. She brought herself here. When I left the hotel this morning, she was still in bed."
"Well of course she followed you here! Satan below. Alastor, did she imprint on you?"
"Did she what, I'm sorry?"
Rosie stood looking at him. "Do you know anything about succubus? About their breeding cycles? Anything at all?"
"Well, I –"
Rosie waved a dismissive hand at him. "Apart from the fact Charlie here likes to keep you on your toes in the bedroom."
"I hardly think that's —"
"Oh please, Alastor. As if I haven't seen the marks on you and in your rooms. Nothing to be ashamed of, hun. You needed a good boot-knocking. Now, are you telling me you're involved with a succubus without knowing anything about their cycles?"
" Involved is a strong —"
"Alastor."
"Fine. For the sake of argument let's say that's the case. What of it?"
"Oh lord. Well, Charlie clearly isn't in a state to tell you."
"Even if she was, I don't think she knows much."
"Hmm. That's for her to take up with her mother. But as for you…" Rosie gestured to a pair of large armchairs, then flapped her hands in a shooing movement when he didn't go fast enough. "Sit."
As soon as Alastor was seated Charlie climbed onto his lap of her own volition, pillowing her head in the space between his neck and shoulder. One of his arms wrapped securely around her back, and the hand of the other found a home around her leg. Her immediate actions confirmed any suspicions Rosie might have had. It wasn't a secret relationship, it was just private and frankly no one else's business. Alastor didn't need anything that might be perceived as a weakness, and Charlie didn't need anything that might tarnish the reputation of the hotel. So for the good of all, they just didn't tell anyone. Everything outside of the hotel stayed the same – apart from Alastor eating one or two demons who tried to hit on her.
Charlie's long finger-trailed designs over his bow tie, some strokes brought her long nail scraping over the skin of his throat. When Alastor swallowed hard, the tie bobbed and Charlie let out a soft giggle.
Oh, this wasn't going to be distracting at all.
"Now." Rosie started as she settled across from him, her large dark eyes taking in the scene as a toothy grin spread across her face. "Succubi come in a variety of variations and, I hate to use the word, but rankings. They all go through a 'season', but it differs. For most, it's nothing more than simply producing more succubi, and that can be with anyone really. Remember that little chat your mother had with you about the birds and the bees? Succubi take it to an extreme, but it's like that."
"I'm not following. I thought I had a fair grasp on the basics."
"Imagine a lower-level succubus as, like, a bumblebee. They gather as much...err...well, let's just say they stuff their pouches with...you know…"
"Ah. I see. Sounds… messy. That certainly didn't come up in my mother's original explanation. But Charlie doesn't seem —"
"I'm not finished. Your Charlie isn't a common Succubi." Alastor had to stop himself from preening when Rosie referred to Charlie as 'his'. He enjoyed it far too much. "Now, pay attention. High-ranking Succubi are more like a Praying Mantis – they're a little more selective in their partners, but once they find one they like, they'll screw that partner until they've taken every last drop. More often than not said partner snuffs it with a smile on their face."
"Oh. Oh! I see. Well, that's something mamma didn't exactly bank on." Alastor didn't allow his face to betray anything as he glanced down at Charlie on his lap. She looked content, and not at all like she was planning on draining him via his cock. Although her body had been extremely welcoming last night, and she'd gone as far as to seek him out this morning. "I suppose we will need to discuss that."
Alastor squinted at Rosie, "How do you know all of this?"
"Oh honey, I'm not finished yet. She's a Royal Succubi. There's a whole 'nother set of rules there. And as to how I know this, well, I like to read, poppet. Knowledge is power, after all." Rosie gave a single-shouldered shrug, "and I might have had a short fling with an incubus. Not to mention that little bit of research I did with your whole double rut issue."
Alastor shifted, his arm wrapping slightly tighter around Charlie. Hell, did that mean she'd be draining him from his cock while sucking whatever remainder of his soul from his mouth or something similar? It wouldn't be the worst way to go. There had been several occasions when he'd weighed the options of asking Charlie to adjust her position or to just let her smother him with her wonderfully plush thighs. It was never an easy decision, but as he wanted to continue to enjoy that act for a long time to come, he kept asking her to move.
"And...what about Royal Succubi?"
Rosie's grin got impossibly wider as she answered. "Royal Succubi are like wolves."
"You mean they're more dangerous?"
"Well, they're certainly rougher and more territorial. As I'm sure you've noticed. Heh. No, I mean they mate for life. One of the books referred to it as 'imprinting'. Something about compatible mates."
"So?"
"So, you have a dazed royal succubus following you around and trying to undress you while you should be in an overlord meeting. I'd go so far as to wonder if she smells particularly good to you right now. Yes? Well, you just buckle up buddy, you got a bumpy afterlife from here on out!" That huge grin of hers had turned into a knowing smirk as she watched Charlie nuzzle under Alastor's chin. "So, what's your plan then? I hope you're at least taking her back to the hotel."
"I was going to drop her off and come back to finish the meet —"
"Don't bother coming back, she'll just follow you again."
"But she just…"
"Oh I can see plenty what Charlie 'just' did, but you seem too composed, so I doubt whatever you did will keep her satisfied long."
"Excuse me?" Alastor liked to think he was plenty able to keep Charlie satisfied. He certainly hadn't received any complaints yet, and there had been many times when he'd made her his dinner, dessert, and before-dinner treat and she'd just collapsed afterward.
"Nothing against your abilities honey, but if this is the first time you've all done this together then the princess has several hundred years of pent-up cravings to deal with. Not to mention," Rosie waved her fingers towards his head, "it looks like your rut is starting. I think it would be best for everyone if you two had some quality time together. I'll let you know if we ever get to whatever was supposed to make this meeting so important, but I doubt it with the Vees monopolizing all the time."
"I appreciate the information, and covering for me. We'll head back, pack a few things, and I suppose we'll see you in a few weeks."
"You too have fun now. And don't forget to stretch and hydrate." Rosie gave an excited little clap as she watched him stand, hoisting Charlie into his arms as he went, her arms wound tight around his neck. The last thing Alastor saw as the tendrils of shadow closed around them was Rosie gliding to the door, an aura of self-satisfaction palpable around her.
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When they coalesced from the shadows it was in Charlie's bedroom, which was still in mild disarray from the previous night's romp. Alastor released her legs, letting her slide down his front and get her feet under her before he dropped his arm from around her shoulders. Or tried to anyway.
Charlie's fingers had already found their way to the buttons on his vest, drawing him back to her. Her pupils were blown so wide there was barely a hint of her usual eye color left as her fingers slid down his front smoothing down some of the still rumpled fabric. She'd gotten several buttons undone before she took a deep, shuddering breath — enough to make her whole body quake. Another deep breath and a large step put an arm's length between them; far enough for breathing room, but close enough that he could pull her to him if he wanted to.
Her eyes looked more focused, the pupils had contracted to something closer to their usual size, and the glassy look had dissolved. Charlie was still flushed but it looked more from embarrassment than anything else now. Her hands flew up, covering her nose and mouth.
"Oh my god! Alastor! I'm so so so so sorry!" Her words were muffled and she started to back further away from him. His hand shot out, gripping her elbow to halt her retreat.
"Charlie —"
"Oh god. I followed you to a meeting… I don't even remember leaving the hotel, not really. I woke up, and you were gone and oooooh I wanted you… and the bed smelled like you… and I love how you smell." She paused, her head tilted back, eyes fluttering closed, perfect little teeth digging into her dark bottom lip.
"Charlie."
Her head fell back to center, eyes drifting back open and flicking back up to her partner. "And when I saw you I just wanted… well you know what I wanted."
"And for all that you seem remarkably clear-headed right now, love."
"The room has certain protections on it to make sure I'm safe, things to make sure I'm not under the influence of anything. So I'm always safe in my room. It won't keep my head clear for long, since this is natural, but long enough." Charlie waved vaguely around the room with one hand, the other reaching up to rub her forehead. "I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe I did that. This shouldn't be affecting me this way."
"Charlie." Alastor stepped forward, closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around her. "Your behavior is hardly unusual for someone going through this, and it's certainly been better than mine. Do you remember some of my more… indiscrete actions?"
The pretty blonde in his arms snorted against his chest. She pushed away slightly, looking up into his face with large dark eyes. "Are you talking about your jealous behavior with my dad, or walking into one of my meetings, throwing me over your shoulder, and —"
"Yes, indeed, those."
"Or dragging me up to your radio tower during your shows so you could keep me on your lap and smell my hair?"
"Or when I sat you on my face while you spoke to your father on that silly little phone of yours? Yes, all of those Charlie. So, interrupting an overlord meeting to ride my thigh hardly seems that bad, does it, my dear? And that's why we go to my house now for my ruts, isn't it? I get you all to myself, to fill and touch to my heart's content." Alastor's voice dropped to a husky rumble as he dropped his face to hers, his nose bumping against hers.
Charlie's face flamed red as she cast her gaze away from his, dragging her plump bottom lip into her mouth with sharp teeth. Did he really need to say things like that when her whole body was already burning from the inside out? She could feel the edges of her mind getting fuzzy again, molten liquid moving through her veins and settling in her core.
Her eyes drifted up to the top of his head, watching as his antlers slowly branched, increasing his resemblance to his cervid counterpart. His large ears swiveled towards her to catch the sound of her increased heartbeat as his nostrils flared at the traitorous scents her body was producing.
"Look at me, Charlie. Do you want to go to my house for a bit? Stay there until you — well more we, I suppose — have gotten through this?" The low rumble of his voice vibrated from his chest to hers as Alastor gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, angling her face up so he could look into her eyes.
"Mhmm." Her pupils had started to expand again, and the glassiness was creeping back into her gaze, but she still appeared mostly cognizant.
"Well then, pack what you need and we'll head out forthwith." Alastor spun her towards her closet, shoving a newly materialized bag into her hand and giving her a playful swat to her bottom to encourage her. Charlie started slightly, giving a little squeak of surprise as she jolted forward. She vanished into her closet, an empty bag in hand and Alastor sank onto the edge of the bed.
He rested an ankle on his knee, his foot gently jiggling as he hummed softly, eager to depart, eager for privacy, eager to give her his undivided attention.
"Anything you want me to bring?"
He opened his mouth to answer, only to be interrupted by a light rapping at Charlie's door, making Alastor twist toward towards it, snarling. How dare anyone come looking for her here. In this private space. He was going to rip them apart; he'd make sure their entrails hung from every light fixture and banister for approaching his —
The door opened and Angel Dust stuck his fluff head in. "Yo, Char — oh, hey Deer Daddy. Wasn't expectin' ta see yous in here."
Alastor relaxed, his whole body uncurling from its hunched posture as the pro skirt opened the door the rest of the way. Very few other sinners would have gotten similar treatment at such an intrusion, but the spider was as far from threatening as was possible. At least in terms of his relationship with Charlie — Alastor had seen him with his Tommy gun, his mob heritage obvious in his comfort handling the weapon.
One large ear flicked in mild irritation. Well, it certainly appeared his rut had begun as if that had been in doubt. "What can I do for you, Angel Dust?"
"I kinda wanna speak to Charlie... it's personal."
"Charlie is currently indisposed and packing for an impromptu trip, you'll have to deal with me instead."
"Uh… dat's not ominous, but k. So, like, Cherri wants ta come stay for a bit, and I know she keeps blowin' up da wall 'n shit, but —"
"Are you asking if someone who comes and stays regularly can come and stay again?"
"Uh… yea?"
"What do you actually want, Angel?"
"Ugh. Fine." The tall demon stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. "I have this rash and I wanted her —"
"Get. Out."
"Ok ok. In all seriousness, I wanna do somethin' nice fer Husky. And since she somehow got yer weird ass ta commit to her, I thought she might have some advice."
Alastor let out an indignant splutter. "I have not —"
"'Member how I was in da meetin' ya kidnapped Charlie from? I ain't seen a pants tent like dat before or since. Don't try 'nd tell me yer not da reason fer da moans and bangin' I hear from dis room all da fuckin' time."
The deer demon pursed his lips, eyes narrowing to glowing red slits. The distortion in his voice rose as he stood from the bed and stalked towards the spider. "And if you ever mention that to anyone, I will rip your lungs out via your nos—"
"Alastor, don't you dare finish that sentence." The pair froze, turning to look at Charlie who'd emerged from her closet with a packed bag dangling from her hand. "Angel, get Husk some flowers and make a nice dinner. No alcohol. I know he drinks… a lot. But don't buy an alcoholic booze."
Angel Dust visibly brightened at the suggestion. "Thanks, Char! I can do dat! And you… uh… want me ta watch da hotel while you two are away?"
"Please?"
"You got it, toots." The lanky spider looked between the pair. "But it's gonna cost ya some seriously scandalous details when ya get back." Alastor's low, menacing growl made Angel hold two sets of arms up in a placating gesture. "Ok. A couple of mildly dirty ones, how's dat?"
Alastor still didn't look pleased about it, but he gave a small jerk of his chin in acquiescence. He pulled Charlie to him, the claws of one large hand resting lightly on her waist. "Goodnight you opportunistic degenerate." He muttered as Charlie mouthed a quick 'thank you' and they vanished again into shadow.
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Traveling this time was more akin to taking a step, with the only difference being that they started in one place and ended up somewhere completely different.
The moss under their feet was plush and springy, cushioning their steps as the last tendrils of shadows swirled around their legs and clung to their clothes. The sun, appearing in dull red shafts of light that shot through the twisted trees, was warm on Charlie's back as she looked at the comfortable antebellum-style house nestled in the clearing covered in dappled shadow.
The house backed onto an expanse of the dark, lily-filled water, dotted with large trees dripping with vines and hanging moss. A small dock in need of repair jutted out into the water, if there had ever been a boat, there wasn't one now. It was inaccessible to anyone who couldn't shadow travel or fly in, making it the perfect hideaway for the Radio Demon. A space he hadn't shared with anyone before Charlie.
Alastor wasted no time drawing her to him, one of his hands cupping her face and the other resting in the familiar dip of her waist. Her hastily packed bag dropped from her hands as they flew up to tangle in his short hair. There was a dull ache in the base of his antlers and an itch in the tips of her fingers that made him want to bury his claws in her silky hair. The gentle burn in his muscles made him want to run all over the property, or rip a demon limb from limb, or, even better, bed Charlie until they both collapsed in delicious exhaustion.
That intoxicating scent of her pheromones was mixing with her natural perfume again, invading his mind and dulling everything but the smell and feel of her. "Charlie…" her name came out in a low rasp between kisses, their noses bumping together, lips moving feverishly against one another.
She broke away, a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths for a few seconds before snapping. Charlie's fingers tugged none too gently at his bow tie, desperate to get to the skin underneath. "There's no one else here, Al, don't make me wait."
He responded to her statement with an eager growl, both hands now cradling her face and pulling her into a searing kiss. The impatience of her response sent them both tumbling to the ground in a tangle of limbs, with a mix of Alastor and the moss cushioning the landing. The impact didn't break the kiss. Charlie barely seemed to notice their change of position, rolling him to the side to straddle his narrow hips, pressing her soft breasts to his thin chest as his tongue ran along the seam of her lips.
Charlie's mouth opened almost immediately, a soft moan welcoming his tongue as it stroked over her own. Alastor's hands traveled over her body as hers shoved his jacket down his shoulders, hampering his movements before moving her attention to the buttons of his shirt. As soon as a few of the buttons were opened her fingers slid in to scrape over the skin underneath.
The feel of him under her hands sent Charlie's thoughts back to the room outside of the overlord meeting, and the feel of his thigh rubbing against her. Her thighs attempted to clench together with the desire to have him pressed to her again. Loathe as she was to break contact, the heat growing between her legs demanded she get Alastor out of his clothing and into her; her fingers returned to his buttons, scrabbling to pull them free.
The loss of the skin-to-skin contact made his body ache, every fiber of him screaming to hurry up, a vague idea that she might vanish if he couldn't feel the heat of her on him. There would be time to kiss and touch every inch of her later, but for now, he simply needed to feel her around him. Alastor surged up to deepen their kiss, only to be stopped by a hand pressing him back down to the ground. The annoyed growl from his paramour startled a laugh from him that rumbled in his chest, his hips bucking up against her in response.
Rather than breaking her concentration, Charlie ground against him, meeting his action with her own. There was another growl from her, this one in frustration as she didn't seem to be making any progress with getting him out of his clothing. Alastor let out an amused snort before snapping his fingers, their clothing melting away into tendrils of shadow.
Charlie blinked at him in confusion for a moment, ripped from her tunnel vision by the surprise. "That's different."
"Oh? Do you think you know all my tricks?" His hand found a newly bared breast, cupping the pert flesh, relishing the silk of her against his rough palm. Her breath caught, pressing further into his hand as her newly naked body ground against him. He could feel how ready she was already, with so little work on his part.
"Normally they just…" she made a quick movement with her hands, "poof. No shadow bits."
"Well now, it's a peculiar thing —" Even a raging erection couldn't stop his idiot mouth from running. He had no sense of timing. Luckily Charlie did.
"Stop talking."
"Of course, doll." Alastor surged up, catching her by surprise this time and rolling her onto her back, ever-eager hands traveling over familiar curves and dips. His mouth crashed against hers in a series of sloppy, heated kisses that left barely enough time for them to catch a breath. When Alastor was forced to pull away, they were both panting, their breaths mixing as their lips continued to brush, even as they paused.
Alastor's hand stroked over her cheek before cupping the back of her head, holding her still for another long, scorching kiss. Charlie's delighted hum against his lips sent a pleasant thrum through his body and a tingle jolting down his spine. His hard length slid against her, her gasp against his mouth making his body jerk in response, eager for more. He pulled back just far enough to look down at the blonde below him, one arm braced on the soft ground by her head.
Charlie's long hair was tangled around her head, her alabaster skin flushed with arousal, her lips swollen and glistening from their kissing. She put him in mind of paintings he'd seen of wood nymphs from myth, eagerly awaiting some forest god on a summer afternoon. He supposed he could have been mistaken for one with his antlers, tail, and skin tone if someone had come across them on Earth. Had those been the circumstances, he'd have happily made her his goddess and ended any mortal who looked on her like this.
Somehow lost in his thoughts, Alastor didn't realize how long he lay gazing down at her. It was apparently too long for Charlie's liking and her hand flew up, wrapped around one of his antlers, and dragged him back down into another sloppy kiss. He barely had the chance to catch his breath between each press of their lips, but he got the message.
Alastor shifted, running his claws gently down her side, pausing to grip her hip and tilting it up towards him. All the breathy sounds from the princess spurred him on, his hand resuming its journey to clasp behind her knee, pulling her leg up. The back of her thigh pressed to his chest, her calf over his shoulder as he pushed into her in a single, sure motion. Charlie's back arched off the moss as she moaned; Alastor took a long moment to adjust to the tight, wet heat of her fluttering around him and pulling him deeper. His ragged panting seemed to echo around the clearing, sharp claws digging furrows in the moss as he tried not to finish on the spot.
A slow rocking of their hips had them both gasping, no thoughts left beyond the next wave of pleasure. Charlie's other leg came up to wrap around his hip, her heel digging into him as if trying to force him deeper as her hips canted towards him. Alastor let out a shuddering groan at the change in angle, it was mirrored in Charlie's hoarse cry.
"Y-yes! There! D-don't – Ah! Don't fu-fucking – NGH, stop!"
He'd never needed to be told twice. His thrusts became rough and messy; pulling out almost entirely before sinking back to the hilt. Her desperate cries punctuated each rough thrust of his hips as they echoed around the clearing. He was taken completely by surprise when her head tilted back, exposing her tender throat with an unrestrained keening as she found her peak.
Alastor's lips and teeth grazed over the skin of the leg next to his face, before biting down, a soft pop of his fangs breaking skin preceding the rush of hot copper that filled his mouth. His tongue snaked out, lapping at her to catch every stray drop, even as it soothed the burn. The contact made her squeeze around him, his thumb flicking over the sensitive bundle at the apex of her thighs; each pass making the muscles around him flutter as she tried to recover from her release just as he drove her towards another. He found a rhythm, a thrust of his hips, followed by a swipe of his thumb. He got lost in the push and pull of her body.
Every movement had her sobbing and writhing, her body doing its best to match him, but failing as another orgasm rolled over her. Charlie arched, a wordless cry ripping from her body as Alastor abandoned his latest plan to the feel of her clamping down around him. He barely managed a few more rough, erratic jerks before he spilled himself inside her, his ragged groans mixing with the slowly quieting whimpers from her. He only just managed to free her leg from its position before collapsing onto her. Charlie welcomed his body as it pressed hers, his face finding its familiar home in the crook of her neck as she pressed breathless kisses to the shell of a large, fuzzy ear.
Both of her hands stroked over his bare back, fingertips catching on the slightly raised skin of his scars as they both caught their breath. There were no words, there didn't need to be. A light breeze dried the light sheen of sweat as it cooled. They'd need to wash up soon, but for now, they were both perfectly content to lay on the soft ground, in the warm sun. The rest only lasted a short time, Alastor had just started to drift off when he was pulled back into the waking world by a sinful hip roll and a breathy little cry.
It was going to be a long, intense week, but he was going to enjoy every last minute of it.