**CH 59: Master**

WARNING: 18+ ONLY SMUT AHEAD! DO NOT TAKE THIS LIGHTLY! THIS CONTENT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. 

BDSM references in this chapter, blood, slight degration, and more! 

You've been warned. 

Also, the song reference (if you get it), should explain this chapter.

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Alastor was caught off guard by her sudden boldness, but he quickly responded to the kiss. His arms wrapped around Esme's waist and pulled her closer, eliminating any space between the two.

He kissed back with a fierce passion, his pent-up emotions and desires pouring out in that single kiss. His fingers tangled in her hair and his grip tightened, pulling softly on her scalp.

Esme moans at the sensation, something she always particularly enjoyed during their lives together.

He remembered.

He knew what buttons to push.

Memories of her over his desk begging for him to satisfy her enter his mind. The way the two would sneakily make time for one another during his busy workday. The way he would have to stifle her moans with his hand to ensure no one in the office could hear her pleas. The way her hair would tangle in his fingers and how she would gasp when her head would snap back.

He pulled her hair slightly, just enough to carefully tilt her head back and expose her neck. His lips then danced across her skin, trailing kisses and gentle bites along the sensitive patches, his grip on her hair never loosening.

Esme began to squirm underneath him, gasping softly and moaning sweetly at every kiss on her neck.

He relished in her building pleasure, speaking huskily into her ear, "You always did enjoy that, didn't you, darling?" He smirked at her response, a breathless, empty, nod.

A submissive nod.

Esme whimpers, "Mmhmm~" She pants as he continues, "Y-You don't think this is a bit too soon?" She questions breathlessly.

"Of course not..." He whispered, pulling away from her neck as he brought his hand up from her waist to gently caress her jawline with his thumb.

"....after we've spent over 6 decades apart, spending every moment we can together right now is the best idea"

Esme doesn't hesitate before nodding eagerly in agreement. She places two hands on his chest and pulls him closer down to her level, kissing his jaw softly.

He hums in approval as she explores his skin. His head tilts slightly to give her better access.

"Careful, darling..." He warns, his voice softer now. "You keep doing that, and I might not be able to control myself."

Esme giggles and leaves a trail of kisses until she pulls his face down to her level. She whispers in his ear, "....is that a promise?" She asks seductively.

He lets out a low growl, his grip on her tightening, "It's a warning, darling."

Esme giggles and runs her hands through his hair, brushing past his ears. "Hmm that sounds fun~" She purrs.

Alastor let out a soft exhale as her hands brushed against his ears. He leaned into the touch, unable to deny himself the pleasure. Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, he was clearly becoming increasingly affected by her actions.

"You're playing with fire, my dear..."

"Mmmmm, perhaps I want to be burnt." She giggles and looks up to see his antlers growing in size. "I've always wanted to say....these..." She reaches up and grabs them firmly, "are exquisite..."

Alastor's eyes widen slightly at her move, suppressing a moan deep within his throat, an involuntary shiver runs down his spine. The feeling of her hands on him raised a wave of pleasure to take over him.

"Ex-exquisite, you say?"

He shudders a bit, trying to maintain his confidence, but the pleasure and surprise in his voice are undeniable.

"Ahhhh, are they your weak spot?" She questions with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She lets go of them. "Well, well..." She walks closer to him, causing him to back up into the wall, "Don't tell me such a little siren is having such a big effect on the big bad radio demon....hmmm?"

As his back hits the wall, Alastor's smile stretches and quivers in frustration. He recognized the glint in her eyes, the mischief and playfulness in her expression. He knew that look all too well, and knew that he was in trouble.

But he wasn't going to fold for her just yet.

"Watch your tone, darling..."

"Or what?"

He was intrigued by her cheeky response.

My, was this going to be fun.

"Or else I'll have to remind who's really in charge here." He growls.

Esme giggles and rocks back and forth on her heels, "Mmmmm.....you don't have the gull....you're...." She hesitates, moving closer with a slight hiss to her voice, "...weak~"

His gaze immediately darkened, and for a second his eyes flicked to dials. They soon returned, "Weak..." He repeats as he takes a step forward, closing any distance between them, "Careful, don't test me."

"Ooooh, I test." Esme smirks, her eyes glowing brightly. "Show me then~" her voice echoes in a sultry melody.

Alastor's eyes narrow, the challenge in her voice igniting a fire in him. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let her taunt him like this.

He'd put the little brat in her place.

His hand shot out, grabbing her chin firmly, his touch bordering on rough.

"You should watch your tongue there, Sweetheart..." He murmured, his voice dripping with dark promise.

He grips her hips tightly, switching their positions and pressing her up against the wall, pinning her there with his body. His hand remained firmly on her chin, tipping her face up to look at him. His half-lidded eyes burned into hers, filled with a mixture of anger, desire, and something bordering on possessiveness.

"You think I'm weak, huh?" He growled, his voice low and dark.

"Well, I'm about to show you just how wrong you are..."

He leans in closer, his face inches away from hers, practically ghosting her lips.

"I'm going to remind you who's in control here. I'm going to make you forget your own name, darling."

His hand moves from her chin to her neck, his long fingers wrapping gently around her throat. His grip is just firm enough to remind his love of his strength, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I'm done playing nice..." He growls as he quickly spins her around, her back turned to him as he pushes her against the wall.

Esme gasps and braces herself with her hands, arching her back and leaning her backside into him almost instinctively. Her eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his breath against her ear, touching her fin slightly.

"You know what was the worst part about watching you all these years?" He asked.

Esme's breath hitches in the back of her throat, but she manages to release a small hum in response.

"Watching you with all those men and their feeble attempts at trying to please you..." He continued, in a low growl of a whisper.

His hand wraps around her throat once more, this time gripping it with more intensity, in a jealous, primal, possessive way.

Esme gasped and softly choked, her eyes snapping open but soon rolling back to expose the whites underneath.

"No one was doing it correctly, were they?" He continues.

His hands agonizingly trace up her curves, claws softly scratching along the fabric of her clothing.

"I know your body better than you even may." He growls, his desire leaking out of his mouth. Much like the crimson blood, which was pouring out in little streaks. "I would be honored to remind you if you so allow me to."

"You have to ask for permission?" She chokes out.

"I am a gentleman..." He kisses the side of her head, "Am I not?"

He can feel her body shiver under his touch, the way it responds to him with such eagerness. It reminds him of how good it feels to have her like this, completely at his mercy.

"You like that, don't you~"

He purrs, his voice taking on a velvety quality.

"You like being at my mercy, baby? You like being all mine?"

His hand slides up to her mouth, his thumb dragging down her bottom lip in a need.

"Mmmm, you know I do~" Esme giggles, whining at the pleasure of his touch. "C'mon, darling, why hold back? I can take it." She beckons.

He attempts to hook his fingers into her pants, but the leather sticks to her frame like glue. "Why on earth would you wear such a..." He struggles, "...blasted thing?"

Esme smirks and snaps her fingers, appearing in her usual dress.

"Much better. Now, use your words, tell me what you want."

"You know what I want...." She growls playfully.

Alastor laughs softly at her excited growl, his hand moving back up to her throat. He doesn't apply any pressure, but his thumb brushes against her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat. He could feel the blood racing through her and it made his mouth water.

"Oh, I do, but I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg for it."

He husks, his mouth trailing along the back of her neck, his breath hot against her ear.

"Tell me. Say the words. And I'll give you what you crave."

Esme's eyes glaze over with a lustful desire, "I want your hands on me, pleasuring me so deeply that I wither underneath you and scream with satisfaction~" She smirks as she sees the shadow of his ears perk up from the wall, struck at her description, "Too much?" She asks innocently.

His breath leaves his lungs at her words, his ears flickering as he listens to her sensual description. There's a soft 'click' as his antlers spread out across the room, resting above her on the wall.

"You naughty little thing..."

A hand moves to her spine, using a claw to trace downward, scratching her (even making her bleed in some spots) before resting right above her bottom, holding it possessively.

The sound of her whining as he does this is music to his ears. He loves hearing her like this, desperate and needy for his touch. It fuels his own desires, making him want to push her further.

"You sound very tempting, but you'll have to wait a little longer. I want to make sure you're properly worked up, trembling beneath me."

"I am...I promise I am...." She begs. "Just feel down there, I'm so ready for you...."

"Mmmm you are, are you?"

He purrs, his hand moving across her hips until it cups the heat between her legs. He applies just enough pressure to make her gasp, his touch almost painfully teasing.

Esme's head hangs forward as she pants and moans underneath him, "F-Fuckk~" She whines.

"Language, amour~" He chuckles, "You mustn't use such colorful language."

Esme continues to moan blissfully.

"That's it..." He praises.

He revels in the power he has over her at this moment, the way she willingly submits to him. His fingers stroke between her legs in a slow, sensual rhythm. He wants to tease her, to draw out her pleasure and make her squirm beneath him.

"Ahhhh~ I- mmmmm p-please I - I promise I'll be good for you, just please stop teasing me~" Esme begs in between small lustful breaths.

"Mmmm you're so cute when you're begging..."

His fingers apply just the slightest bit more pressure as they stroke her sex. He makes a point to retract his claws, moving his fingers to trace small figure 8s along her.

"N-no please Alastor please." She pleads, "I need..."

"What do you need, my sweet girl?"

"I need you to fuck me, please!~" She shouts in an unfathomable need.

Alastor's eyes darken with desire at her demand. He can feel his control slipping, the need to give her what she wants taking over his mind.

The question at hand was...

Who was really in control? Was it him for having her pinned, or her for having him so desperate to service her?

He quickly pulls her dress up over her hips and uses his foot to move her legs further apart. Esme smiles, her face turned from him. She leans further into the wall, arching deeper against him.

"I knew you would like that~" She giggles teasingly.

"You know me too well, darling~"

He whispers back, his chest pressed against her back. He runs his hand downward to her bare cheek, rubbing softly.

"But you still need to be punished for being such a naughty girl. You do know that, don't you?"

Esme's breath shudders, "Haven't I been good?~" She questions.

He groans, feeling her backside pressed against his pelvis. He loved it when she would move like that for him, it made him want to claim her right then and there.

"You have been good, sweetheart...but you've also been defiant and snarky."

His mouth trails along her shoulder blade, his fangs grazing against her skin.

"And we can't have that, now can we?"

She shakes her head, her back still turned to him against the wall, "No, sir, not at all..."

"That's my good girl..." He praises, "You want me to take you here against this wall, don't you?"

"Y-Yes p-please..." Esme begs, biting her lip and moaning softly.

He chuckles darkly, "Well, before we begin, allow me to make one thing perfectly clear..." He grabs the back of her head, gripping her hair closely to her scalp, snapping her head back roughly. He delivers a harsh slap to her behind with his other hand, making her wince but moan lightly at the pleasurable pain, "You will speak correctly, understand?" He growls, "No more bratty behavior, you will be the good fucking girl I know you can be. Is that clear?"

Esme takes a sharp inhale and braces herself, "You love it..." She mutters.

"Sweetheart..." He warns again, his grip tightening, "Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Nuh uh~" He chuckles, "What's my name?"

"Yes, Daddy..." She purrs sensually.

"Still no..."

She raises an eyebrow, and he swiftly moves her away from the wall and down over his desk. She grunts and gasps at the force, her chest firmly being held against the wood.

My, this is familiar ~

"New name. Master, learn it, say it, love it, do you understand?"

"Mmmm I like it~"

"I knew you would, you're always such a good girl. Welcome back, mon amour~"

"How about I say it real nicely~" She echoes, her siren melody slipping softly, attempting to entrance him, "Master~"

Alastor's eyes widen slightly at the sound of her enticing tune, his mind briefly clouding with the sweetness of her voice. He quickly snaps out of it, his hand flying to her throat, squeezing tightly, silencing her.

"Mmmm naughty little thing, trying to use your powers on me~"

"I wouldn't be fighting dirty if you would just give in to your desires and play with me, already~" She echoes through a croak.

"Mmm, you little minx, you think you can just use your siren magic on me and get me to do whatever you want, don't you?"

His fingers softly graze her heat, rubbing against her soaking entrance.

God, she's drenched.

Esme moans with a bright melody, "Is it working?" She whispers, her glowing eyes reflecting on the wood, causing it to shine.

"You know it is, you temptress..."

He slowly pushes his middle and ring finger into her, forcing strong moans and pants from her mouth.

Esme's hands slam against the wood of the desk to steady herself. Her moans dripped out of her mouth like a song of ecstasy. "A-Alastor~" She moans.

The sound of her moaning his name, her voice laced with ecstasy, is almost too much for him. He loves hearing her call out for him like that, completely lost in pleasure.

He quickens his movements, his fingers working her faster and harder, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

She continues to moan her song, and he works her like the perfect instrument she is.

"Mmmm, that's it. Say my name again. I want to hear you scream it."

"Mmmmm, sshit-" She moaned, "Alastor~" She moaned loudly, her voice bouncing off of the walls. She was panting against his desk, her breath causing it to fog up.

Her body forming a light layer of sweat, her breath rapidly entering and exiting her lungs.

He knew every inch of her and moved through her walls seamlessly, as if he burned her most sensitive spots into his memory from the past.

"You're doing so well..." He whispers against her shoulder, "Who do you belong to?"

"Y-You, m-master~" She pants, squeezing her glowing eyes shut.

Her skin glows with a light blue hue, an obvious sign he's doing something extremely right.

His scarlet eyes shine in the light with proud satisfaction to them.

His own sex pushes against her bottom with an undeniable need building up within it.

He felt so good, so hard against her.

She felt so amazing, soft, and fragile against him.

His fingers move faster inside her, moving with a harsh intensity, driving her closer to her limit. She's panting for air when she feels them curl ever so slightly.

Hitting that spot that he knew all too well.

Esme's eyes widen, and she gasps as she begins to scream with pleasure, "Y-yes, ri-right there!~" Her claws dig into the wood as she feels her core tightening.

"Go ahead, princess, fall apart for your master." He growls, softly sinking his fangs into her shoulder.

Giving her just the right amount of pain mixed with pleasure to send her flying over.

Her blood drips down to the floor in small dots.

Esme's head throws back as she screams in an anguished cry of pleasure. She moans loudly as she releases. Afterwards, she whines and whimpers as she struggles to catch her breath, feeling his fingers exit her.

He brings them up to his mouth and savors in tasting her essence.

"Mmmm, you taste delicious, my pet. I'd never grow tired of your sweetness."

He sucks them dry.

"Truly divine..."

Esme pants and pulls back down her skirt, "T-Thank you..." She says breathlessly, turning back to him, her hands fidgeting with one another, slowly entering subspace.

Oh, but she wasn't getting away that easily.

Not this time.

"You're welcome, mon amour. You were divine, utterly divine."

He sighs, his hand coming up to her face and cupping her cheek.

"But you know we're not done yet, right?~"

"W-What??" She looks up at him, her eyes shining with an innocent plea.

Alastor lets out a low chuckle as he looks down at her expression. He loved the way she'd act like she didn't know what was coming, even though she knew exactly what he wanted from her.

"Don't act so innocent with me, you know what I want from you~"

He pauses and narrows his eyes.

"And we're not leaving this room until I get it~"

Esme looks up at him and bites her lip, but begins to pull her hair up. "You're not going to demand it?" She smiles sweetly..

His eyes darken with desire as he watches her pull those luscious curls up, his gaze dropped to her neck and shoulders, taking a moment to appreciate his markings now exposed to him.

"I won't have to demand it. You'll give in to me willingly~"

Esme drops to her knees and places her hand on the waistline of his trousers. "Are you sure?"

He lets out a low groan as she drops to the floor, kneeling in front of him, his breath hitches as she places her hands on him. He can feel the heat of her touch through the fabric, and it's driving him crazy. He looks down at his angel with a dark, lustful gaze, his mouth curving into a sly smirk.

"I'm very sure. You know exactly what I want~"

He begins to undo his belt, but Esme stops his hands and takes over.

She slowly begins to undo his belt, pulling down the fabric and releasing him from underneath. She smirks up at him as she takes him into her hands, stroking gently, "Hmm, like that, or do you want something else?"

Alastor lets out a guttural groan as she takes him into her hand, his eyes fixed on her. Her touch is gentle but deliberate, and the shiver that runs through him is intense. He can feel his excitement growing with every stroke of her lovely hand, his hips twitching and bucking forward under her touch.

"Mmphh, that's good...but you know what I really want, don't you? Stop teasing."

She pauses before she takes her tongue and licks up the side of his heat, moaning softly as she worships it before taking it into her mouth and sucking softly.

He lets out a sharp gasp, his breath catching in his throat at the feeling of her sweet mouth around him. He braces himself against the wall with one hand, the other coming down to grip her hair.

Esme moans against him and takes him in deeper, allowing him to hit the back of her throat.

His eyes close, and he lets out a deep growl, his head falling back as she begins to bob her head up and down, her motions slow and intentional.

"Fffuck," He groans lowly, so as to not allow her to hear his small whines, "You do that so well, dear."

The pleasure building inside him is extreme, and it takes all of his willpower not to wither at her control. He bucks his hips forward into her mouth, fucking it.

Esme doesn't stop, she continues to move her head up and down, holding him at his base and sucking softly. Small tears build in her eyes as she resists her gag reflex.

His control is starting to slip, as he lets out a strangled moan, feeling her continue to worship his cock, her mouth and tongue doing wonderful things to him. His grip on her hair is tight, and his breaths are coming out ragged and uneven. He tries to hold on, to keep himself from losing control completely, but it's getting harder and harder with each touch of her mouth.

Every time he feels the back of her throat, a low groan escapes him, and he can feel his stomach beginning to form a knot. He knew he was close, but he didn't want it to end just yet.

"Mmm darling, please...I can't...I'm gonna..."

He gasps, his body shaking with the effort of holding back.

I can't believe I'm going to say this.

This means nothing.

I'm still in control.

"Red." He says sharply.

Esme's eyes shoot open, and she quickly releases him from her mouth, looking up at him with a confused and dazed expression.

Bu-But, that's my word. H-He's never said that before...

She goes to speak up, but he drops to his knees and pushes her onto the floor to rest on her back, "Don't say a word." He commands, pulling his belt from the floor and fastening it around her wrists. He pulls the leather tightly around her skin, causing her to gasp.

He swings her arms above her head and holds them firmly.

"Those stay there."

She nods, her body quivering.

He lowers himself to her body, becoming flush with her. He pushes himself into her, groaning and hanging his head above her shoulder. She cries out, arching her body into his chest.

It wasn't gentle, but wasn't rough either, just the perfect amount for their famished craving for one another.

Even though they had done this dance a hundred times, the burning need for one another was so intense it would always engulf them, forcing them to give in to their fantasies.

She was warm, wet, and tight around him. She was perfectly made for him. All his, his sweet little thing.

Let someone even think they could have a chance to consume her, and he would relish in their screams the same way he would for her moans.

Meanwhile, he filled her up with a deep burning passion, hitting spots she was never able to satisfy on her own. With every thrust, she swore she could see the gates of heaven, her mind quickly growing fuzzy.

Words were beneath her. He was so deliciously good.

Her claws scratch against his hand around her wrist as she cries beneath him.

"A-Alastorr~"

"That's it, love, take it." He groaned in her ear, his own body building a layer of sweat.

"Fuck, fuck mmphh" She moans incessantly, rocking her hips in tune with his.

The sound of their bodies pounding against one another mixed with the sounds erupting from her voice were just the perfect soundtrack to their love.

"Y-You're so fucking tight, I-" He groaned, his movements becoming erratic.

Esme's body began to tremble as she could feel herself approaching her release once more. "I-I'm..Al...I'm gonn-"

"No." He demands, "Wait, just a little longer, I promise." He pants. He moves his face to hers and kisses her deeply.

She moans and squeals underneath the gesture.

He looked down at her with his eyes half-lidded at her moaning for him. He feels himself rapidly approaching release.

He groans and suppresses his moans, hanging his head as his movements become sloppy and frantic.

A primal need to release deep within her.

"A-Alastor!" She cries in a pleading shout. "P-Please I can't, I'm g- AHH~" She arches her back, her voice going higher in pitch.

His breathing grew louder as he panted. His grip on her hair getting tighter at the feeling of her walls clenching around him.

"Mm..Esme....yes..yess.." He moans through a growl.

She screams as she releases around him, her body riding him with an unwavering passion. He groans, and he thrusts into her one final time, releasing himself into her. He panted heavily as he finished, his breathing shaky and slow.

"Alastor..." She whispered, her chest still heaving, her body becoming limp enjoying the warmness within her.

He didn't answer her, taking a moment to steady himself.

She nuzzles her face into his neck, "Darling, it's okay." She assures.

Much to his distaste, he did respond well to her praise after his performance. It was difficult for him to be vulnerable with anyone. Intimacy on any level frightened him, but with her, it felt complete.

"I love you." He whispers as he pulls out from her and puts a hand on the small of her back, sitting her up. She presents him her wrists and he unbinds them.

"I love you too." She smiles weakly, still blown away by the second act, finale, and encore that just unfolded.

There's a silence as the two gather themselves, cleaning the space and becoming presentable.

Esme walks over to him, leaning up and kissing him softly, "Promise me one thing..." She whispers against his lips.

"..yes?"

Esme gingerly places her hands on either side of his face, looking up at his eyes, "...don't leave me again." She whispers.

"I won't...."

"...I swear it."

~ Author's Note ~

Ooops, did I write that?? :)

Anywho, I hope you all enjoyed that because that was the FINAL steamy chapter of this book, mwahahahahhahahahaaha >:)

I don't have a set limit for chapters here, I'm just going to write until all the loose ends are tied up. 

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I'm just saying, the amount of effort that goes into these chapters....I mean, 4.5K WORDS OF SMUT!? 

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~ Artemis 🦌💗