**CH 54: Je t'aime**

**WARNING: SMEXY SMUT AHEAD!**

Alastor swallows hard as she lowers her hand, the look in her eyes and the sound of her voice making his chest tighten with desire. Her words are like a command, instructing him to take what he wants, and he can feel a possessive growl rising in his throat. It wasn't going to be painful, or filled with strict carnal pleasure, it was going to be them connecting for the first time with body and soul as a united pair.

"I've been waiting far too long for this."

In one swift motion, he shifts their positions, laying her on the mattress, hovering over her. Esme gasps as her back hits the bed. She looks up at him with an innocent gaze, although she fully understood what was to come. He looms over her, his eyes dark as he takes in the sight of her beneath him. She looks absolutely stunning, the tenderness in her gaze only serving to make him more desperate for her. The way her eyes sparkle with such a sweetness, a contrast to the cold exterior he had seen her intimate others with. Here she was just, Esme. His Esme. He could see her so vividly with her light honey kissed skin and freckles giving him the same eyes that beckoned him all those years ago.

It was as if there was no Hell, no demons, no scales or antlers. Just them, husband and wife. Behind his scarlet eyes, Esme knew his caramel was still there. Beneath her scales, he could still remember every freckle across her body.

He leans over her, his body pressing against hers, his hands moving to her wrists and pinning them above her head.

"God, you're so beautiful. Exquisite."

He whispers, his breath hot against her skin. He watches as she arches her back, responding to the sensation with a soft moan. The sight of her, writhing beneath him, only serves to fuel the fire within him.

"That's it, mon amour... give yourself to me."

He murmurs, his hands roaming over her body, mapping every inch of her skin and savoring the feel of her against him.

"Oh, how I've missed those words..." She says in a breathless pant as she leans closer into him.

The sound of her voice, the way she responds to his touch, it was a beautiful melody perhaps Mozart himself could not replicate. He leans down towards her, his lips brushing against her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along her skin.

"You're just as responsive as the first time we've done this dance all those years ago..."

She leans her neck to the side, allowing him more access as her sweet sounds fill the air.

He takes full advantage of the access to her neck, his lips and tongue moving over her bare skin. He sucks and nibbles at her skin, leaving small bite marks in his wake. As his lips brush through the preexisting stamp on her collarbone, he smiles affectionately and kisses it gingerly. He can feel her body shivering beneath him as he continues to tease her.

You are heaven, my own little slice of heaven. You are the sweetest delicacy I've ever had the pleasure of indulging in.

She bucks her hips in response to his kisses, indicating her own arousal accompanied by another measure of melodic moans.

Never stop making those noises, let me listen to your song forever.

He feels her hips press against his, and he nearly loses his composure. The response is primal, instinctual, and it only makes him want her even more.

"You're absolutely devine... You're going to bring me to my demise, princess."

She repeats her torturous movements, this time determined to make him crack. He gasps, his hands gripping her hips tightly, her movements driving him feral. He can feel his control slipping, his desire for her overriding any sense of restraint he may have had. He looks down at her, his eyes hungry, and a primal growl rips from his throat.

Esme's eyes move up to the top of his head where she notices his antlers growing to incredible lengths, "My word..." She whispers in awe.

He follows her gaze up and lets out a soft gasp, realizing that they had grown more than usual, his demon form was growing more intense with his primal need for her

"Ah....my apologies, amour. This happens sometimes..."

"They're magnificent..." She whispers, reaching up and brushing past them with her fingers. "My goodness, how glorious you are~" She praises.

Alastor feels a shiver run down his spine, her touch sending a wave of pleasure through him. He takes a quick and soft inhale, his whole body trembling from the sensation, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pleasure from her praise.

"Your touch feels so delicate...."

Esme pauses seeing his form tower above her, noticing the dazed look in his eyes. She can tell how badly he wants to please her, how badly he wants to make her come undone for him and relish in the moment. Hearing his small groans and now seeing those breathtaking features makes her want to submit to him fully, trusting him to play her like the instrument she is. She can feel herself growing wetter underneath her garments, the only thing covering her from his eyes ravishing her completely.

She places her hands on his chest, "Please..." She whispers.

The need in her voice sent a jolt through him. He leans down, his mouth next to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he speaks.

"Please... what, darling? What do you need?"

His tone is thick with desire and want. He wants to give her everything, to satisfy her every need, but he also wants to hear her say it.

"Make love to me..." She purrs. "Show me how much you truly cherish me."

"Anything you want... I'll worship you all night long, darling... I want to hear you moaning and begging for more until the sun rises..."

Esme's hands drop to his belt and begin to undo it. She rips it out of the loops and throws it across the room, a burning need between her legs. She unzips his trousers and frees him from their torment.

The sight of her, practically ravenous in her need for him is almost too much for him to bear. He can feel his own craving for her growing to near-painful levels, his body craving her touch, her taste, her everything.

He doesn't give her time to speak before capturing her lips with his own, kissing her fiercely as his hands roam her body. His hands move across her skin, tracing every contour and curve, as if he's trying to commit her to memory.

"God ahead, my love..." She cups his face, "I want you to take control. Take the lead..."

"You're sure, angel? You're sure you want that?" He asks, wanting to be absolutely certain that she's comfortable and okay with this.

She nods and bites her lip, "...Please..."

He can feel her submission, her readiness to give herself to him. It's like the green light he had been waiting for.

"Alright then, let me take care of you..."

He whispers huskily, his voice thick with tenderness.

He feels her arch her back, her body seeking more of his touch, and he can't help the feeling of satisfaction that washes over him. For a moment he wonders if he's the one with entrancing magic. She's completely under his spell, her body responding to his every move. He continues to nibble at her neck, his hands moving down her body, tracing a path along her skin until they find the waistband of her panties.

Oh, how I'm going to enjoy this.

He slips his fingers underneath, his touch light and gentle as he teases her skin. He pulls the lace fabric down, slowly exposing more and more of her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, his mouth watering with want.

I'm starved.

His mouth finds its way to her inner thigh with ease, as if on instinct.

Esme gasps and arches her back at the sensation, "Al..Alastor..." She moans.

He loves the way she responds, the way she says his name. He keeps his mouth on her thigh, his lips and tongue tracing a path up and down, listening intently to how she responded to each movement.  His mouth migrants directly to her core, his tongue trailing lightly over the precious skin.

Esme reaches down and grabs a hold of his antlers with a strong desire. She holds tightly and pulls him closer to her drenched sex, "Oh, I need you~" She sings.

He begins to devour her, savoring her taste as if it was the last meal he'd ever have. She was an all you could eat buffet and he was sitting at a table for one.

The sweetness of her on his tongue, dear lord, why hasn't he done this sooner?

His performance was immaculate, causing his love to squirm underneath his grip. His hands reach up to her thighs and grab her firmly, holding her in place. Her mouth drops to a desperate pant. 

Esme lets go of his antlers and her hands grip the sheets next to her. She gasps and moans loudly, "F-Fuck, t-that feels so good~"

She gasps as he finds his way to her sensitive nub, flicking his tongue teasingly over it. Hearing her reaction, he smiles against her skin, knowing he's getting a positive response. He keeps his tongue moving over it, flicking and swirling gently, wanting to draw more moans and gasps from her. That's not enough, he wants more, he wants to be engulfed in her so deeply. Using his fingers, he spreads her just a bit more for his tongue to delve further. 

He worships her very soul.

He pulls away momentarily, "Is that alright?" 

Esme nods her head but can't find any words other than small, needy, moans.

He continues to work his tongue over her most sensitive spots, applying just the right amount of pressure and movement. He listens to the sounds of her moans and gasps.

He moans tasting her sweet juices, drinking them like a man parched for water.

Dehydrated.

Starving.

Determined.

A man on a god damn mission.

Esme gasps as she feels his fingers against her slit.

"You're so wet for me, darling... so eager and ready..."

He runs his fingers over her entrance, spreading her wetness, before pushing two inside of her slowly. His other hand holds her hip, steadying her as he feels her body jerk.

Esme moans and arches her back, "Oh, G-God...nghh.." She is lost for words but can feel his fingers curling within her, causing her to shout in bliss.

He can feel her body trembling underneath him, and it fills him with a craze.

"Good girl, let me hear how good I make you feel..."

His fingers keep a steady pace, keeping her wanting more.

"Alastor~" She moans, throwing her head back her hair cascading on the mattress in a puddle around her. A soft blue hue appears around her skin in her arousal, her fangs slowly dripping out of her mouth.

The sight of her, like this, is the breaking point.

"You're so beautiful. I need to be inside you... now..."

He growls, his own body trembling with need and desire as he pulls his fingers out of her.

He positions himself between her legs, his body hovering over hers. He looks down at her, his eyes taking in the sight of her spread out beneath him, the glow on her skin reflecting in his eyes.

Now truly revealed to him, Esme laid there - a beautiful siren before him, her eyes glowing brightly drawing him in to satisfy her.

"There you are ~ All ready for me, hm?"

He whispers, his voice thick with awe and lust, as he slowly pushes deeply into her.

Esme gasps and tucks her head into his neck upon feeling him enter her. She moans softly, adjusting to him. "Oh fuck..."

He feels her gasp and bury her head into his neck as he pushes deeper into her, her body opening to him slowly and tightly.

"My perfect girl..."

He gasps out, his voice thick with pleasure and need as he begins to move inside of her, gently at first, but quickly building in speed and intensity.

Esme moans at his pace, placing soft kisses along his neck, "You're so good, mio cuore. Te adoro molto..." She says in between pants and gasps.

Although he has no idea what she is saying, he understands the sentiment, responding in his own tongue, " Je t'aime, mon cher..."

His body moves against hers, his thrusts growing faster and harder, driven by the need to give her pleasure, to show her just how much he truly wanted her.

Esme arches her back and tightly grips onto his shoulders. The way his body moves in tune with hers, the two of them as close together as possible within their intimate waltz. Her eyes flutter shut as she throws her head back moaning intensely, "Alastor..."

He pants, his own body trembling with the need for release, but determined to hold back until she's satisfied first.

Esme bucks her hips into his, feeling a knot forming at the pit of her stomach, "Alastor~" She moans once more, her hands finding his hair and pulling softly.

"That's it, darling... let go... let go for me..."

"No.." She pants, "No, n-not until it's with you." She moans, bucking her hips more wildly.

He grunts at her words, the determination in her voice was almost enough to throw him over the edge. He can feel her body moving against his, her hips bucking and arching, desperate to reach that final moment.

"Darling, you don't have to-"

He starts to argue, but before he can finish the sentence, her hips buck into his again, harder this time, and it's enough to make him lose control.

"Goddamnit, I can't... I can't hold on much longer..."

"Come on, my sweet, cum for me..." She beckons, grinding her hips into his. "You're so good and you'd feel so much better..." She purrs.

They continue to love one another until Esme gasps in a high pitched squeak.

"Alastor, I'm close..." She whimpers in a lustful bliss.

"Me too, darling... let go... let me feel it... I need to feel you orgasm for me..."

Esme's body begins to tremble as she feels herself on the edge of release, "A-Aah~" She jolts as her body becomes undone, her walls tightening around him and releasing. She continues to moan as she feels him approaching his release.

With one final, deep thrust, he follows suit, his body shuddering and trembling as he releases himself deep within her, filling her with a pleasurable warmth.

Esme gasps as he collapses on top of her. She sighs with a smile on her face as she cradles his head to rest on her chest. "Breathe..." she says lovingly.

He nods, taking in a deep breath as he rests his head on her chest, his face buried between her soft, supple breasts. He listens to the sound of her heart beating in her chest, his own heart still racing from the intensity of their lovemaking. He feels tired, spent, but blissful.

Esme runs her heads over his head, brushing over his ears. "Dearest..." She says softly.

"Hm?"

"You're still inside." She giggles, "Please, see yourself out."

He lets out a low chuckle, his cheeks turning pink with embarrassment as he realizes that she's right, he is still inside her. He pulls away gently, separating their bodies, and rolls onto his back, lying next to her on the bed.

"Sorry, darling... I guess I got a little lost in the moment there."

He grins, his eyes still fixated on her, admiring her beauty and her glowing skin.

Esme soon retreats back to her original form, her fangs retracting into her mouth.

Shame, I love seeing you like that.

Esme rolls over, placing her head on his chest. "I love you..." She says, "I love you endlessly, today and tomorrow."

"I love you, madly." He sighs, closing his eyes until he hears.

"Are you scared for tomorrow?"

His eyes flutter open, looking down at her, "I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't at least a tad concerned."

"Don't do anything stupid, okay?" She whispers, looking up at him, "Genny still needs you..."

"I know, dear. I promise, I'll be careful. I won't do anything stupid, at least not any more than usual."

He tries to make a joke, to lighten the mood, but the worry and uncertainty are still there, reflected in her eyes.

"I'm not going to be with you..." She says, "I'm going to be fighting with Angel." She sits up and turns to face him on her knees, "You have to assure me that no matter what, you'll keep going."

He sits up as well, his expression turning more serious. He takes her hands in his, holding them tightly, and meets her gaze with a firm look in his eyes.

"I promise you, I'll keep going. For you, for Genny, for us."

The thought of being away from her during the extermination, of not knowing if she's safe, is terrifying for him.

Esme smiles sadly and lays back down, "Even if you see me, even if something happens, you stay on that roof. You hear me?"

He hesitates, a pang of emotion hitting his chest as he understands her implications.

"Alastor..." She says sternly.

"I hear you."

~ Author's Note ~

Also, we're almost at 10k here - AAHHHHH! 

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