The Riddle Of Magic

Chapter 49: Biting at Leads

✨ Mature content ahead! ✨

Alastor had set her on her feet after they'd Phased into his room, but not two heartbeats had passed before he'd pressed her back against the door, kissing her as if he might never get another chance to.

Charlie didn't keep her feet for much longer, as the deer demon guided her over to the couch. "We might as well relax tonight, my dear," he murmured. "I imagine we'll be far too involved with the counterspell to have time to ourselves for quite some time."

"Its going to be difficult?"

"This was always the more difficult choice," Alastor replied, leaning his forehead against hers. "That's another distraction, dearest," his voice dropped low, his voice crooning in her ear. "Most would pick the quicker, easier way."

His arms slid around her middle and he shifted his weight to the side, pulling her into his lap. "But not you," he smiled at her, his hand going to her cheek, and her heart raced at his touch. "You're resilient, despite the odds stacked against you."

She couldn't help but return a shy smile, surprised that he saw such strength in her, when she certainly didn't feel strong. "Feels a little weird doing this kind of thing here," she sighed as his fingers went up to her bowtie, pulling off the ribbon and setting it aside. "We use the couch for lessons."

"I did tell you, I'd catalog all the ways you've distracted me," Alastor murmured through kisses and bites along her jaw and neck. "And to be fair, this was the first place I'd thought of that kind of thing, my darling."

She wondered exactly when that was, but her question was lost in a sigh.

When the Radio Demon told her he was going to show her how distracting she was, the princess had presumed he was just being playful. But from the way his hands swept over her curves, as if he'd never touched her before, and the hungry way his lips practically devoured hers, it was clear she was completely mistaken.

His claws tore through her jacket and blouse, and she went to complain but his mouth went to her breast, sending a whirl of honeyed fire surging all the day to her toes.

Her head dipped over his, the blonde curtain of her hair falling around them both and she surrendered to the pleasure her partner insisted upon, mewling and gasping as he explored her most sensitive spots with his hands and tongue. He pulled her hips against his, and a flurry of butterflies were in her belly at the want she felt from him, and she couldn't resist rocking against him, to try to pay back some of what he was offering her. He hissed in delight and Charlie caught the scent of magic as she felt the blazing warmth of his skin against hers, his fingers tracing all across her suddenly exposed flesh.

He was still fully clothed, which was maddeningly unfair, but as Charlie attempted to comment she felt Alastor's body joining with hers, and her head fell back with a breathless gasp.

Despite being technically on top, there was a distinct sensation of vulnerability still, from the rolling fullness pulsing through her relentlessly. She really wasn't sure how to handle it, trying to put her hands on his shoulders for balance, but he grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms down to her sides and holding her prisoner to her ecstasy.

She leaned into him, the pressure mounting within her so hot and fast she ached, and she shrieked as it finally burst. Her hips jerked so hard she nearly fell backwards, but he caught her easily, smirking as he drew her back in, kissing her possessively, not about to surrender her to gravity or anything else, it seemed. He maneuvered them to where she was laying down, but rather than letting her rest, he caught one of her legs by the knee, pulling it up and to the side before he began anew.