You Won't Get Away Twice (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 27B: The true experience (you don't drink the potion). 🍋

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 (Chapter 28) that will cover the main plot points while still being appropriate. But who are we kidding?! Have fun you sinners!

Reminder, this is the rougher and more demanding mature chapter. If you're looking for the gentle and more passionate mature chapter, I'd recommend Chapter 27A: Bottoms up (you drink the potion).

Also, this chapter will be a bit longer, but for good reason, I promise!

I look at the bottle Alastor is holding, thinking about it. Last time I drank it I was in such a lust filled haze that I could barely keep track of my own thoughts. Also, my own deep dark desires seemed to just fly out of my mouth, and I would like more control over myself than that. I want the true experience. I don't want to be drugged up to get through this.

I push the bottle away from me, looking at Alastor in the eyes. "No, thank you." I state clearly, hoping he understands that I don't want the drugged liquid for this.

I can see the surprise in his eyes, but he doesn't push the issue, respecting my decision. He puts the untouched bottle back in his jacket pocket, keeping his glowing red eyes focused on me.

"I think that's a wise choice." Alastor mentions, holding my face a little rough in his hand to force my eye contact with him. "I want to see you come undone by me alone. Not with the assistance of a love potion." He brings his face close to mine, my eyes still focused on him.

I feel this new nervous instinct to run. He looks like he's on a hunt and has found his prey. It's a little intimidating. I hope he remembers that this is my first time. I don't know what this rut will do to him or how it will make him act, but he seems a bit possessive.

I feel his lips crash on mine, pulling my face into a needy kiss. This throws me off a little, but I'm not against it. It takes me a second to adjust, but I kiss him back. I notice the growl that comes from his throat at my reciprocation from his actions. There's something about having him be this possessive over me that I enjoy.

Though my eyes are closed, I can tell there was a moment of some sort of bright light in the room. When I open my eyes, a faint green glow is all that remains and I'm not sure what it was for. Though it doesn't take long for me to figure it out.

Both of my wrists are tightly wound up and placed over my head quickly, lifting me so that my feet are barely above the ground. I look up at my wrists and struggle against whatever is holding me, but to no avail. I touch one of my restraints with the opposite hand. It feels slick. If it's able to move this fluidly, it must be those creepy tentacles that Alastor can seem to manifest.

"You know, there's something so rightfully wrong about this that makes it just to exhilarating." He laughs as he removes his jacket, putting it down gently so that the bottle in his pocket doesn't shatter. "A predator at the mercy of prey. Isn't it ironic?" He questions me as his eyes move up and down my vulnerable form.

"Foxes are cunning, they show no mercy." Alastor continues as his hand moves from my neck down to my shirt. Once he gets to the collar of my clothing, he slowly rips it apart with ease by trailing one finger down the front of my shirt. I'm not sure if he missed shredding my bra on purpose or not, but that remains intact. I squirm a little, trying to stop him from absolutely destroying the shirt, but I find no success in my endeavor. "They stalk their prey until they're confident the prey is alone and vulnerable, easy for the taking." This explanation has me a little nervous, I'm not sure where he's going with this story. He shreds the sleeves of my shirt as well so that he can easily pull it off without having to remove my restraints. I'm stuck hanging in front of him in my bra, pants and shoes. I feel slightly embarrassed being exposed in this position.