All is Fair in Love and War (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 22

(A/n and disclaimer: SMUT AHEAD! Oh, how could I? The audacity, the filth~ ahhhh if you do not wish to read such hedonism, understood, however it'd be best if you skipped this chapter if that's the case. It won't make or break the plot, it's just here for entertainment. That being said, I may do more in the future? Not sure yet? Let me know if I should do more or not.
I went back and forth with this, being a grayace myself I fully understand and accept Al being asexual... But, this is a fantasy. And this shit is fun to write I'm sorry😂 So without further ado, read at your own risk and buckle tf up 'cause heeeere we go~)

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"You, are mine."

Your eyes fluttered open as you met his gaze, lust and adoration filling in your eyes as Alastor returned the expression. "All yours, Alastor."

His grip on your thighs tightened sightly at how you breathed his name so blissfully, his claws testing the limits of your skin however not breaking through causing your breath to hitch. He could no longer ignore that unfamiliar warmth building in the core of his stomach as he stared deeply into you, his instincts threatening to take total control of his actions as if his manners were held hostage. "Darling... I want this but I don't want to overstep... is... this what you want?"

"I want this..." you whispered, caressing his jaw and cheek with your thumb as he leaned in closer. Both your hearts fluttered in your chests and you felt slightly weak in the knees, mostly from nervous excitement.

"Are you certain?"

"Alastor," your voice said lowly, feeling this desire build higher, "make me yours."

His grin turned more wicked at your choice of words, his eyes glowed and it almost sent a shiver down your spine, only increasing the heat you felt in your core; feeling starved of his touch. Wanting more. Wanting him, and he wanted you.

"With pleasure, darling."

With a snap of his fingers Alastor teleported the two of you back to a large room which was decorated with reds, black, browns and gold. Vintage, elegant style furniture and various animal bones and pelts, candles on tabletops. You were now seated on a bed, much softer than the one back at the hotel and it was decorated by black comforters and red sheets. This must be his room... Well, better than back at the hotel where people could hear.

His lips trailed down, kissing your cheek then to your jaw and eventually your neck; feathering your soft skin with his silken lips before grazing his warm damp tongue along your flesh, earning a soft whimper from you as it greeted your sensitive skin. "Alastor~"

"All of Hell will know that you're mine..." he husked lowly before slowly easing his teeth into your neck, you shuddered from the pain that meshed with pleasure as the sensation seared through you, somehow feeling hot and cold all at the same time. A short moan escaped your lips and got caught in your throat as your breath hitched once more. He soon retracted his teeth and lapped up the slow, steady stream of blood that pooled into the crevices of your collarbone, slowly cooling down in contrast to warmth his mouth offered was enough to give you goosebumps.

Your hands traveled down the front of his coat and with quick and nimble fingers you unbuttoned it, running your hands back up his chest to his shoulders and began to push his coat off. He gave one good, hard shrug and the coat fell off his arms and onto the floor. His eyes pouring into you hungrily as you bit your lip with a smirk and began undoing his bow tie and his dress shirt, leaving his torso bare in front of you for him to marvel at. His waist was thin and so were his hips, with toned muscles and smooth, almost airbrushed looking skin save for a freckle on his shoulder, a birthmark on his arm and several scars. He was beautiful, an embodiment of a masterpiece.