Quick Note: Content warning for this chapter specifically. Themes of sexual activity involved. If you'd prefer to skip this chapter, I'll post a synopsis in the next chapter that will cover the main plot points while still being appropriate. But who are we kidding?! Have fun you sinners!
Also, this chapter will be a bit longer, but for good reason, I promise!
I've never drank any of Velvette's love potions, but I've seen others use them. I've seen them used at bars to get their dates interested before the end of the night, in which case I only ever saw the beginning stages of what this drug does. I've also seen them used for first time adult film stars who were a bit nervous, in which case I've seen how extensive this drug can make people act.
If I have to ride this out, I would really prefer to ride this out in solidarity!
My eyes are frantically scanning the room, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation before my mind becomes a horny disaster. I don't know how long I have and I'm not lucky enough to be able to travel through shadows like Alastor is.
But I can at least try one trick. I surround myself and the dining room in a harmless blue foxfire which I use to help cloak my next move. This does confuse Alastor enough to take his hand off me and let me run out of the room.
I don't look back; I just keep running until I make it to my hotel room. Once I make it inside, I make sure to lock my door. My breathing is so labored as I slide my back along the door and sit on the carpeted floor.
"Fuck." I mutter, irritated by these circumstances. I'm not sure how long this drug will last. My entire body feels so hot. I feel so... needy.
Out of curiosity I use one finger to run down my neck, over my chest, past my clothed heat and down my leg. Even that small gesture feels absolutely amazing.
I lift my head and stare at the ceiling. "Fuck me." I mutter, both irritated and as somewhat of a plea.
"Afraid I won't be doing that, darling." My ears twitch at the sound of his voice. I look forward and Alastor is calmly sitting on my bed with his legs crossed and full focus on my struggles.
"Did you really think a locked door would save you? Also, where else would you have gone during a time like this?" Alastor laughs at my sad attempt at solidarity.
I know normally I would growl angrily at Alastor, maybe bare my canines like an animal and tell him to fuck off. But this drug is really getting to me. I feel a need that's growing stronger than my hatred for him. But is it so bad that I would really resort to this?
"Please." I beg, basically panting at this point as I still sit in front of my locked hotel room door.
"Please what, darling?" Alastor asks for clarification, tilting his head. He's obviously amused and has no plans of letting me out of his sight.
If I didn't have this crazy desire, my statement would be for him to 'please leave.' But the more this drug enters my system the more this primal need presents itself. Something that when it's presented itself before, as seldom as it does, I've been able to take care of on my own. But now...
"Please, help." I clarify just a little. I don't want to spell out what I'm asking of him. Truthfully, I know I don't want this. I've gone decades without this sort of thing with anyone. Do I really want my first time to be with...
"Come here." Alastor motions for me to come closer to him with his index finger as he uncrosses his legs and leans forward, looking down at me from my own bed. What a power move.
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