The Original: Twilight Saga

Chapter 20

Chapter 20: The Shape Of What Remains

Alice was scared, the look in Alistair's eyes didn't promise anything calming, The reason she was scared was that she wanted what was about to come so badly, with her precognition she sensed something major was about to happen

He looked like he was ready to devour her entirely, but looks could be deceiving, he took a step forward and the pressure she could feel intensified, She was facing a being with a thousand years' worth of sexual frustration.

She knew she'd be used to satisfy his lust, and there was nothing she could do about it apart from letting herself be consumed by his lust.

That was what she did, opening her hands as if embracing him, Alice waited for him to claim her.

She didn't have to wait a second, Alice felt Alistair sink his teeth into her diamond-like flesh before she even registered his presence doing so a spread of blank lines engulfed her body, starting from the point he bit her body, slowly spreading around her body like Linda.

Alistair raised Alice's petite body letting her weight affect her and she fell directly onto his rod;

'Oh my-'

Her eyes blurred, she had never felt this level of pleasure and satisfaction in her life.

"More"

Alice bit his neck and clutched him as her life depended on it as he continuously forced his way into her intimate parts using her without a care in the world, She was his now, only his.

Emma watching this felt her mind blur, She craved that treatment so much, Alistair opened her to a part of herself she didn't know existed, The more she loved who she was, the harder she loved and desired the person who made her this way.

Her hand went down on herself, playing herself while watching Alistair sexually overwhelm someone she saw as a sister, her eyes unhiding her craving.

As a kitsune she was a sinful creature, enjoying acts like this more than she could explain, She bit her lips and waited for her turn and after God knows how long, Alistair's erect rod cast a shadow over her face.

Her desire had tripled from what it once was. If Alistair wasn't the alpha, she would have pounced on him hours ago to satiate her passion.

That day, Alistair took her and used her till she could no longer handle it, as a supernatural being she could hold this for hours and barely feel tired but Alistair didn't play fair using spells and curses he wore down her stamina pushing her to the depths of insanity and she loved every second of it.

(A/N: I wrote this February LAST YEAR, which was about the time my life turned to Jack shit expect Ws from here)

Narrator's POV

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Morning didn't come with relief.

It came with weight.

The house was quiet, but not the kind of quiet that meant peace. It was the kind that made you listen to your own breathing, to the subtle shifts in the walls, to the way the air itself felt heavier than it should.

Even the light seemed careful.

Alistair was awake before any of them moved.

He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands loosely clasped, head slightly bowed. His black hair fell forward, obscuring part of his face, but his eyes were open—focused on nothing and everything at once.

He could feel them.

Not touching him.
Not clinging.

Present.