**CH 22: Ma Reine**

**MINI SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER!**

The two quickly make their way inside Esme's room. Alastor quickly shuts the door with his heel, locking it swiftly with his free hand. He uses his other arm to lift Esme onto the dresser against the wall, taking care of that pesky height difference between the two. He can feel every inch of himself burning for her with a deep, unshakable need to completely ravish her, but he must contain himself, or else he knew she would bite back. 

It was pure bliss just to be able to touch her again, to be able to feel her supple skin within his grasp. His hands roam down her body, snaking across her sides and taking in every one of her curves. He had waited for this moment for so many years that his hands were not going to wait one more second before they explored her.

His thoughts were racing while his hands were moving on autopilot, his heart clenching tightly as he knew he didn't have that much time before she would most likely push him away. Even within his sadist mind, he wouldn't wish this pain on many men. The ache of being denied the warmth of his partner, yet the very concept still befuddled him. The concept of needing her like the oxygen within his lungs, requiring her just as any being relies on nutrients. 

Esme's small moans from under his grasp course through him like a current, keeping a strong hold of his mind directly on to her. This wasn't her siren trick. Oh no, this was just him and the agonizing passion he had been harboring for her. Every whimper that she let out of her throat made his hand want to wrap tightly around it and force her to remember just who was doing this all to her.

How could she not? Was the blow to her head that severe that it had completely erased him from existence?  The poor fellow yearned for his love to recall their romance. To remember the comfort his jacket would provide her on those walks home, the feeling of his hand in hers as he guided her through the dance floor. Those same hands, now camouflaged by rotting skin and scarlet red claws were consuming her in her entirety. 

For Esme, the experience was thrilling. His techniques played her like a perfect violin, forcing small moans and noises to erupt from her. She whined against his lips, holding his head carefully with her hands as her back continued to be pushed against the wall. 

Oh, how he smelt divine. His hair was so soft and inviting, becoming the perfect home for her fingers to rest in. She held him with care and adoration, relishing in this side of him. The side that would worship her like no man would have ever before. Yes, they had been on her body, but none of their actions felt as right as his. 

 With every hungry kiss he planted on her neck, and with every rough stroke along her body, she wanted nothing more than to submit to him and allow him to continue to explore her as he pleased. But, there was also a deep guilt within her for her beloved. 

He was out there, wasn't he? Well, he must be. For no being could go without the other half of their heart for too long, it was only a matter of time before their thread reconnected them again. Surely, it was meant to be. 

As much as her actions with Alastor felt principled, they also felt incredibly taboo. 

"W-We shouldn't be doing this..." She whispers against his lips in-between starved kisses.

"Trust me..." He groans, holding her jaw still, "..we should."

Esme's continues to traverse through his locks, stroking his scalp lovingly, "B-But don't you think that this is a lit-"

He cuts her off with an annoyed and primal groan. "Will you just hush up and kiss me already?" He growls.

With that tone coming from him, something inside her snaps, and she forcefully yanks back his head with a fistful of his hair tightly in her grasp. He takes a sharp inhale as her glowing eyes burn into his, "Don't speak to me like that." She commands, her voice with a low hiss.

How ridiculously erotic, that tone of hers. He longed to see that side come out of her, when her fire would burst through the surface and threaten to scorch every piece of matter in it's path. 

He pauses, not moving a single inch before exhaling and smirking ever so softly, "...Understood." He whispers before leaning up and meeting her lips once again, this time in a more gentle manner . Her commanding voice sent a shiver down his spine, almost making him want to give himself to her completely.

It wasn't often that he allowed her to take over his body. There were times within their lives together where she laid him across their bed, surprisingly earning his trust enough to permit her having her way with him. For the most part she was a humane, merciful, and kind lover. Then again, there were moments where he found himself victim to her blissful torture, that tone of voice being the very first indicator that the night was to soon take a turn. 

He could care less what direction this evening went in, so long as it was with her. 

He had waited too long to have his moment with her, and in his mind, they were back in that kitchen where it all began. When he was first drawn to her like a magnet, and where she so breathlessly said, "I am so wildly in love with you."

Those words played on repeat in his mind as he worshiped her collarbones, shoulder, and chest, nipping and kissing every inch of skin. 

Yes, they were back. If he shut his eyes and allowed her scent to envelop him, he could picture her sitting at his work desk. Her eyes would be glossed over by affection as she listened to his every word. It wouldn't be very long before the two of them gave in to the sinful ways of their temptations, her small hands being forced against the wood, soon to be met with her best. She must stay quiet, as to not alert anyone else on the floor as his fingers lifted the bottom of her dress.  

Now in present time, his sharp fangs trace against her collarbone, making sure to not break her skin yet. Her skin was warm with a slight saltiness to it that made him crave more. He leaves mostly loving pecks and nips against her warmth. As he brings himself back up to her eye level, he carefully reaches for her neck a-

WHAT THE FUCK?!

He jumps back as he feels a shock of electricity enter him, accidentally bumping into the side table and knocking off a vase.

It's a loud noise.

The darling is also soon startled from her bliss as she jumps at the crash, covering her mouth with her hands as her eyes slowly dimmed to their usual shine. While his attention was directed to the shattered object on the ground, hers was focused on him. 

What on earth was she doing? How could she allow herself to fall prey to his ministrations?

He turns back to her, meeting her emerald eyes, "What wa-"

Before she gets a chance to answer, there's a small knock, "Esme? It's Charlie. Are you alright?" Esme gasps and turns her head to the door, a small blush appearance across her cheeks. Not only was she engaging in such horrid activities, but now she had made such a spectacle that the Princess was to catch them in the act?

Alastor quickly disappears along the floor as Esme hops off the dresser and opens the door for her.

"Yes.." She says softly, "I just bumped my vase off the stand. My apologies. What are you doing up so late?" She questions, appearing concerned but also trying to fix her disheveled hair. She hoped that the young girl's naive nature would be her aid in this matter, distracting her from her clothes that were all wrinkled and musky scent within the room. 

"I just got up for some water." Charlie responds, yawning obnoxiously and rubbing her eyes. She looks down at her and raises an eyebrow lazily, "You okay?" 

"Peachy!" Esme exclaims with a elevated pitch, noting Charlie's eyes darting to Alastor's room next door to a overheard movement. 

She shrugs, tapping Esme's shoulder, "Well, see you in the morning." She leaves the room groggily.

Esme smiles nervously as she exits. She quickly locks the door, turning around to face the errors of her ways. For God's sake, the suite look as if two high school lovers had coursed through it like a hurricane. Have they no shame?  Groaning, she snaps her fingers, and cleans the mess.

She slowly walks over to her bed and flops down head first, muttering several curses into her pillow. She couldn't believe that she was under his hands, under Alastor's hands, whimpering and hoping in her mind that his hands would travel further across her body. She wanted him to lay her across the mattress and completely ravish her. No man had ever made her feel like that, usually she was the one in control with them, but with him she wanted to completely submit to his torture. 

He was a man of power, a being of such intense burning rage. It was exhilarating, yet frightening. 

She wanted his eyes on her, making her body react in ways it hadn't before. More than anything, she wanted him to be acting on this because he wanted to, not because her voice persuaded him to. The poor dame wanted him to crave her with a profound desire, to need her like fish needed their water to breathe. 

The two of them felt so unified, moving with an unspoken understanding. They had gotten so lost within the other that the lines of professionalism had so quickly blurred. 

She must be absolutely clinically insane for thinking of such a thing. 

The fucking Radio Demon? Have you lost your mind?

~Alastor's POV ~

Of course something like this had to happen in such an inopportune moment. The frustration in me was unparalleled, forcing itself to wreak havoc on the space around me. The first to go was this blasted wallpaper of this prison cell. I had desired to sink my claws into the flesh of my sweetheart, but the wood of these walls will have to suffice. 

The second would be that poor duvet, which now served no purpose with my darling in the next room so alone. It wasn't often that I was possessed with these carnal thoughts, but when it did beckon my mind, it was earnest in it's wake. 

I had been alone for centuries - literal centuries! Now, with her steps away from me, there was a burning desire coursing through me. 

Of course it was put out just as it was spreading in her presence. 

What was that I felt around her neck?

It was such an intense shock around her, claiming her like a branded collar of a beast. Never within her afterlife did something wrap itself around her in such a manner. I had been watching her so much throughout the decades, but could it be possible that I had missed something? 

That's absurd, I had taken countless precautions to make sure that nothing went undetected by myself or my shadow beings. 

I certainly didn't do that. She's still wearing the ring, so she can't be harmed, and she wouldn't have been so stupid as to sell herself to anyone.

My wife was not a foolish creature, she had much more intelligence compared to the usual soul. Surely, she wouldn't have purposely put herself in threatening circumstances. Whatever it was, must be something that was meaningful to her. It had to be something that would have penetrated her judgment and led her to make a decision that would change her physical persona. 

Whatever it is, consider me intrigued, ma reine.

I will figure it out, I guarantee it.

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~ Artemis💗🦌