Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

41. Mine

*** Lemons warning, I repeat LEMONS warning. I know, long time coming (heh) on this one! But its hard and long (heh) to make up for it. Actually probs the longest one I've written so far.  Enjoy. I'll either see you next chapter or in hell.

*** Your POV ***

Alastor took you on a whole tour of his favorite places, mostly focusing on Cannibal Town as that's where he spent most of his time outside of the hotel. You went to a a few little shops, including a liquor store were both of you picked up some of your favorite vintages. The two of you were having so much fun you didn't realize how much time had passed until the light of the pentagram started to dim.

"Should we go back?" You asked, munching on some candy Alastor got for you

"MMmhhhh. I have a better idea." With that he took your hand and lead you towards the edge of town, down winding streets and alleyways until there was barely any people around. After walking a little while longer along side a black iron fence line you came across a pair gates. Alastor waved his hand and with a wisp of green light they creaked open, letting him pull you in. On the other side you saw a beautiful manor, styled like a rustic cabin with dark wood, stone and large windows.

"Welcome home my sweet!" He announced motioning to the house with his cane as the gates closed behind you.

"This is your house?" You clarified.

"Yes indeedy!" Alastor was quite happy to finally bring you here, he was sure you'd love it because how similar your décor was.

"Its beautiful."

"Why thank you! Come!" You made your way to the house, and sure enough it was gorgeous. The furniture was elegant but rustic, with many furs hanging over the back of couches and armchairs. The fireplaces were forever lit and danced merrily, illuminating the room in a soft cozy glow. On the walls hung bones, maps, and landscape paintings. There were also many shelves with books and knickknacks on them. The back of the living room featured what looked like an altar to you, thought the set up was different from your own. The butcher block in the spacious kitchen had many marks on it like its been used for cutting up countless meals. It was clear Alastor had labored quite a bit to make this a homey little space to retreat to.

*** Lemons start

You were looking around, taking in every detail just happy to be somewhere so dear to Alastor's heart. When your thoughts were interrupted by him gently pulling you in by the waist, letting you put your hands on his chest as he looked deep into your eyes. "Would you allow me to make you mine? All mine?" He said in a low husky tone that vibrated your insides.

"I am not sure it gets more yours than I am, Alastor."

"Hhhhmmmm. I beg to differ." He moved his hands to your upper thighs and lifted you until your face was above his own. "I have your soul, and I dare say I have your heart. But mind and body is still... somewhat to be determined."

Your face flushed instantly at his implication, helped along by your current position with your arms around his shoulders for support. "What is your plan to rectify that then?" You teased.

"Simple. I am going to make love to you until your body no longer knows itself without mine and your scream my name so many times its the only one your mind remembers." The words combined with the low humming static that echoed in each of them made heat to rise up in you faster than you could anticipate, causing you to give out a small gasp. Which in turn caused a Alastor's grin to grow in satisfaction. He loved to see your body react with pleasure to him, he chased these little moans and twitches from you like an addict chasing his next doze.

"Well then, Alastor, better get to work." You cooed with a sly grin, placing your forehead onto his.

You didn't have to tell him twice. Alastor carried you upstairs and through a couple of doors, sitting you down on what must have been the most comfortable bed in all of hell. Allowing you only a brief moment to look around at the candle lit chambers, in which you instantly recognized the reindeer fur blanket he often summoned for you. No wonder it smelled like him so much it was on his bed all the time. Alastor placed one knee on the bed to the side of you, the other still on the floor, resulting in him straddling your small figure as he looked down at you with lustful adoration. His own mind buzzing from the rainbow of new feelings he was experiencing.