Elizabeth's POV:
I turn around to try to avoid him as my heart races in my chest. I hear a quiet chuckle behind me. I suddenly feel something around my neck, pulling me against his chest and I gasp. He turns us to face the mirror on the wall, and while grinning, his other hand takes ahold of my wrists, holding them behind my back. I don't move as a freeze up, not knowing what to do.
I watch in the mirror as his eyes become more lidded, his smile widening.
"Hmm.." He mumbles, watching. I squirm against him, not worried about what he might do.
"Leave your hands right where they are." He demands, letting my wrists go. His grip on my throat loosens, luckily, but his hand begins to stroke my hair. I shiver slightly. What the fuck is happening.
It's silent for many minutes. The only thing heard is our heaving breathing during this oddly intense moment. Yet my body tingles all over the place and I feel as if I can't breathe.
This boutta get mature here, so I'll let yall know when its done. I know Alastor is Asexual, but my friend is begging me for this, so again, sorry not sorry
His hands leave my hair, tracing down the side of my face, reaching the top of my chest. I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel his long, slender fingers brush against my chest, pulling down my tank top slightly to reveal more bare skin.
His hand that was holding my neck now grips my waist, pulling me into his pelvis. I feel him lean down, his hair tickling my neck. My eyes still shut, I feel his heavily breathing against the side of my cheek. His hand slips down my tank top now placed atop my breast. He makes soothing circles closer and closer to my aching nipple. I squeeze my legs tight, breathing faster.
No one has ever made me feel like this before. I don't know what is happening to me. My body feels on fire. I feel... I feel something I've never felt before.
"Do I sense lust deary?" He whispers. I whimper.
"It's rude to have your eyes closed whilst I speak to you." He says giving my breast a squeeze. I open my eyes and he lets go of my waist, gripping my jaw and forces my head to look up and back at him. His body leant above me makes me feel small yet safe in a way.
His red eyes search mine. He smirks. He removes his hand from my shirt, tracing down to the top of my shorts. His grip on my jaw keeps me looking at him. His hand makes its way down my shorts, getting closer and closer.
"Tch, tch, tch darling. You naughty girl." He grins, his voice more radio static. My heart races faster the closer he gets to my aching core.
"Well then, my fun here is finished." He suddenly says, stepping entirely away from my burning body. I tremble in pure lust before him. Lust for this demon.
Okay, we're good now, matureness has ended :)
"Good luck to you deary. I shall bid you goodnight for now," Alastor says leaving me hot and bothered. I scream out in frustration. What the fuck?! I didn't stop him. I let him, uh! Why do I have to feel this way for a stupid demon?
I fall onto my bed in exhaustion and frustration, burying my face in my pillow before allowing myself to calm down. My thoughts race to every possible scenario that could have happened. I groan again, rolling onto my back.
Alastor. He's this first person, I mean, demon, I've ever seen in a long, long time. I want to see him again. I want... him. I want to get to know him more, I want to be his friend. I wish he would be my friend.
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He Was Always There(Alastor)
Romance(Art not mine) Abandoned at a young age, she was taken in by a certain demon who had other intentions. Elizabeth felt as if she was missing a piece of her and her life after she was 12, but she could never figure it out. One night she was encountere...
