Echoes

Echoes of Love

Cat got your tongue? Hello listener? You're on the aiiiirrrr", he gently tapped you on the nose. Your face turned towards his slowly. His mischievous smile back, but his eyes held an uncomfortable gaze.

With Alastor, it was the gestures and details that held his truth, and him using his normal voice was one of the most sincere. It was from his heart, no tricks, no games.
You hastily wiped your tears with the back of your hand, nodding furiously, trying not to sob like a braying donkey of emotion.
Between the light gasps for air you squeaked out your love in return.

"Husshhh darling, hush now. Let me calm my baby down. Shhhh-shhh", his voice rumbled as he pulled you close. Whispers of love and lust against your jawline as he slowly kissed and nipped at your skin. Your body shivered. Lower he crawled, as his pointed ears brushed against your collarbone.
You did something you've always wanted to do, your hands snaked up to his ears and began to rub them.

A low growl? A purr? Static began to pop around you both and you stopped. "Goddammit woman, don't fucking stop, you're going to make me explode!" The calm and collected Radio Demon was panting and drooling against your chest, moaning he pops one of your nipples into his mouth, moaning as you continue.

You feel a little warm drip-drip-drip on the inside of your thigh. He was so lost in the moment that he was soaking you for a change. With a swift movement, you take a hand and guide his throbbing shaft inside. He gowls against your chest, bucking his hips into yours.

"Naughty boy, go slowly now. We mustn't rush," your voice had a slight mocking tone as you grind your hips in a circular motion.
He let go of your nipple with a soft popping sound, a string of drool escaping his lips. He tried to pivot himself to speed up, but you pulled back slightly. Alastor's frustrated groan let you know that you have the upper hand.

Slowly he pushed his inches inside only to slowly pull himself out. It was sweet torment for you both. His lips painfully crashing over yours as you hooked your ankles around his hips, locking him into you.
His moaning reverberated throughout your own mouth, as his trusts began to turn more forceful. The music of moans, radio static and slapping flesh became an intense crescendo.
"I-I can't hold on," his voice frantic against your own mouth. He had given you the power over him and he was begging you for permission. "Please...ugh please let me ", the urgency making his voice a bit higher than normal.
You smiled and tugged his ear toward your lips. "I want you to come inside me ", and no sooner than you commanded, his body tensed. Shuddering, cussing and gowling, Alastor's claws gripped your shoulders so strongly you felt like they would tear them off.
With every spasm you felt his hot juices fill you up and spill over. He clung to your body, panting. You could feel the rise in his cheeks and he smiled against your skin.
"Well ain't you something, " he mumbled as he tried to steady himself. "I guess we've got an eternity of entertainment for us now? HAHA!" You just playfully rolled your eyes and stretched. "Honey, don't threaten me with a good time!" Alastor narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that you were mocking him ever just so...
"Baby doll, I don't stand for mockery....COME 'ERE", he lunged at you, with a playful growl.
You shrieked and jumping from the bed, allowed him to playfully chase you around the room.

In the heart of Hell, where demons dare to love and sinners yearn for salvation, the tale of Alastor and his beloved unfolded like a symphony of desire, each note a testament to the enduring power of love in a world consumed by darkness. And as the curtain fell on their story, they knew that their love would endure for eternity, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos of Hell.