**CH 33: Caress Me**

** WARNING: ✨SMUT, 18+ ✨ **

As so it was that the unspoken tension had snapped something within the both of them as Esme sits on his lap in a straddle, both of her legs wrapped firmly around him. Her dress pulls up to just above her thighs, the cold air hitting her bare skin, but she doesn't care. She looks down at him with a desire burning through her eyes as she took in his feature. My goodness, those eyes that held so much danger within them sent shivers down her spine, pulling her in and welcoming her to form against him. When most people would coward away from that damn smile, she would daydream about those sharp fangs grazing against her flesh. It was undeniable how every aspect of his being tempted her, "You're breathtaking..." She whispers against his mouth. 

"Is that so?" Alastor smirks, his eyes fixated on her lips. How amusing was it that she was melting before him without him even having to try. Although, look at her. The way her scales shimmered in the parlor's lighting, those tiny k-9s poking out of her bottom lip, the way her curls rest in front of her face. He can feel himself grow with a pulsating need for her from underneath. His hands firmly rest on her dress, one on the small of her back, and the other on her hip holding her close to his pelvis. He lifts his hips slightly, pushing against her, feeling the warmth between her legs. 

This earns a gasp from The Siren, causing her to bite her lip with her fangs, before responding to him, "Mhmm.." This is all she can muster before she pulls herself to him and takes his mouth into her own. She hums at the feeling of him underneath her, softly biting on his lip, owning a groan from him as he places a hand on her neck. His fingers trace over her vein, feeling her blood pumping from beneath his claws.

Finally, no more static.

There was a deep static within her though, an excruciating need to explore and consume him entirely. She reaches her hands into his hair and pulls softly, which causes him to tense up and soon lean further into the kiss, pressing her back against the wood of the counter. His locks were silky and inviting. Dear Satan, she wanted to rip every strand from his head until that stag was begging her for mercy. The tent that she was currently balancing on was so sickeningly good, she wanted to ride that man into the sunset and scream his name until her throat bled. 

She pulls away, lowering her face to his neck. She bites, licks, and sucks at numerous different spots across him, claiming her territory and damning all who dare to even look at him. His skin was delicious, with a slight saltiness to it. She wondered if his blood would be tangy or be a sweetened delicacy. At her ministrations, he lets out several guttural moans before speaking in a husky voice,

"You're being a playful little thing aren't you?"

Esme smirks and retracts from his neck, her face up against his, panting in a deep lustful nature. Playful little thing? My, she hadn't even started. There was still so much that she wanted him to do to her, and her to him. It was entertaining to see him becoming flustered when she had just started to come out and play, "Am I...." She giggles, "...too much for you to handle?"

His eyes darken and in a swift motion, he picks her up and carries her to the wall, slamming her back against it, placing a hand firmly around her throat, "I don't think you can handle all I am holding back from you." He says with a mischievous smirk, images of her withering underneath him and begging him to dominate her filling his mind.

His prey gasps from her back hitting the wall, hearing several alcohol bottles fall and crash onto the floor. This was the exact feeling she wanted, the fantasy that has been replaying in her mind in a torturous loop. The Radio Demon having complete control of her, torturing her, and yet worshipping her with the same hands that silenced so many before her.  She bites her lip harshly, causing some blood to leak out.

"You are sickeningly beautiful..." He whispers to her, leaning in and sucking her bottom lip for a taste. It was just as he remembered, sweet and fruity like an aged glass of red. Esme gasps at this, but releases a small needlingly hiss from her throat. Her eyes begin to burn brightly, and her skin has a light blue hue brushing over it. Her body is emitting her need, her passion and desire.  

He smirks at this, pulling back and basking in her glory. "My dear.." He traces along her collarbone and chest, "What do you crave? Say the word and it is yours."

"Caress me~" She purrs, leaning her face closer, "Put your hands all over me and let me feel what you can do..."

He does what he is told and soon his hands furiously roam her body, hugging on to her curve, and sending a deep pleasure through her. That's it, that's how she wanted him to hold on to her. Possessively, obsessively, as if she was the oxygen he needed to breathe. He would knead at her flesh like he wanted to consume her, he needed her. She wanted to feel his power coursing through her. When it ended the afterlives of many, it would bring her to climax and back. Again and again, she wanted that from him. 

Fuck whoever wasn't coming. Fuck waiting for a man who doesn't care for her. 

She wanted Alastor. She wanted all of him, every square inch.

She moans and reaches her hands back into his hair. She feels his ears lay flat against his hand, bumping into her hands and moving quickly. She pulls back.

"Oh? Is someone getting flustered?" 

"Hush up." He demands, pushing her back into the counter, beginning to flatten her back against the wood when -

"YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" A voice screams, causing Alastor to disappear in his shadow in embarrassment. Not expecting him to vanish, Esme topples over the edge and falls to the ground with a grunt. She looks back up over the wood to see Husk fuming at her.

"Sorry?" She tilts her head with an innocent smile.

~ Time Skippy ~

Every fucking time.... She thinks to herself.  Every time he is on me, someone has to come in.

She struggles to get her bedroom door open, her hands still shaking from the intensity within her. When she does, she quickly enters and slams the door behind her, locking it immediately. She begins to undress herself, preparing to slip into her nightdress when she notices something on her garments.

She was soaking through them.

Fuck, was he that tempting?

She sighs and puts on her nightdress regardless. It's a short black satin with lace across the neckline. She sighs and slams her back against the bed, dragging her nails across her face. "Dammit..." She mumbles.

Then, the memories enter her mind. She wanted to stay on his lap, trapping him within her legs, and placing numerous bites and marks across him. She wanted every demon within hell to know that he was hers. With this desire, came deep guilt. She didn't care who the fuck her husband was anymore. She didn't care how long she had waited for him. She didn't care about their lives together.

She cared about the heat, the dripping need, from within her. A need that he alone seemed to immediately satisfy.

A thirst that only he could quench.

She pulls the blanket over her, but as she's about to close her eyes, she is reminded that he is just behind this wall. She could go enter his space and pick up right where they left off. But, she couldn't wait to even get of the bed. Before she knows it, the thought of him alone causes her to retract her claws and drop her hands deep below the blanket.

Her breath hitches in her throat and her back arches.

Meanwhile, in the room next door, Alastor's ears perk up to the familiar noises from behind that concrete. Her desperate little song. The moans that perfectly fell out of her mouth and seeped through the walls, filling his ears with their allurious melody.

"That's right, my sweet, let me hear you. Let me hear all of you." He growls with a primal desire to go to her.

But, he resists, until...

Almost as if being beckoned by her very soul, being commanded to do so, his hands drop down below...and he follows suit. 

~ Author's Note ~ 

"Alexa, play Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande."

No, but seriously, that song was the inspo for this chapter. I advise you to re-read while listening to it....for research purposes, of course. 

Hope you enjoyed! 

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~ Artemis 💗🦌