Echoes

Echoes of Seduction

In the sanctum of Alastor's chambers, the air crackled with anticipation as you stood on the precipice of temptation, damnation and the doorway, your heart pounding in rhythm with the pulsating beat of desire.
The door flung open before you could knock. With a flourish of his wrist, you felt a tugging sensation that heaved you into the center of the room and a slamming of the door behind you.

With a devilish smile, Alastor closed the distance between you, roughly grabbing your jaw, his touch sending sparks of pleasure cascading through your veins.
The past while, his snares had been laid, and now he just had to wait...

"P-please," your voice was shaking and barely above a whisper. "I'll do anything. Just claim me and I will be your slave". The absolute horny bullshit that tumbled out your mouth was embarrassing. Alastor's claws tightening on your flesh felt hot. Boiling. You could smell a mix of sulphuric smoke and blood on his person, his smile widened impossibly large as his eyes turned into little red dials.

His lips captured yours in a fervent kiss, igniting a blaze of passion that threatened to consume you both. Static burst through his lips, fingers and anything else that your skin was exposed to. You even sworn that you saw sparks. No, literally. The air was heavy and you struggled with both trying to get oxygen and not wanting his assault on your mouth to end.

Blood. You taste it. His? Yours? Who the fuck cares.
In the heat of the moment, all doubts melted away, leaving only the intoxicating symphony of desire that echoed between you. Music? You hear a bit of it mingled with crackling static.

Beneath the silken sheets, you surrendered to the ecstasy of his touch, both the teasing ones and painful. In the throes of passion, you lost yourself mentally and Alastor hasn't even touched your most sacred spot. His hand hovers, you can feel the heat from it. He definitely feels yours. You plead with your hips. "Nuh-uh uh! You haven't made it officially official." In his other hand a parchment appeared, his claw nonchalantly slicing open your fingertip, perhaps a lot deeper and longer than needed. You pressed it clumsily onto the dotted line.
His other hand...yes THAT one, began to glow green. He looked into your eyes and laughed like a maniac as he pressed it onto and then into you.

And mentally you lost yourself. Maybe physically too. You had no idea what just happened but you began to slip out of consciousness, well aware that Alastor wouldn't be stopping.