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“Breakfast is ready, my beauty. Are you ready to eat?”
A sleepy Alastor gave a large yawn as he stretched out his entire body. His eyes found the tray in Emma’s hands and softened as he gave a pleased hum. “You spoil me, sweetheart. That smells delightful!”
A surge of pride filled Emma’s chest as she walked in and set the tray to hover over the bed while she climbed in and gave him a soft peck. She yelped when he pulled her down under him, giggling as he nuzzled and snuffled against her hair with a contented hum.
“I love you, mon cœur,” he sighed out, resting his forehead to hers with a soft smile. Whining happily, Emma rubbed her nose against his and pressed one more kiss to his lips before he released her.
“I love you, my heart,” she replied, rising to sit as Alastor picked up a piece of fried bacon.
“I think I’m ready to get back out in the world today- perhaps a walk, and check in with everybody. What do you think?”
Alastor hummed as he savored his breakfast, swallowing before speaking. “I suppose we can’t hide away forever. I believe I feel up for an outing if that is your wish… If I may make an odd request?”
Emma smiled around the bone she was gnawing at, nodding for him to continue. “Will you keep my seed on yourself for today?” He watched her crack her bone with a soft smile, and she couldn’t help but feel tickled that he enjoyed her messy foodie side. Such a soft boi. A true friend as well as lover. She felt like the luckiest demon to ever manifest!
“You are so precious, my buck. I shall proudly wear your seed. Would you like me to wear any special apparel for you? You could choose something, or I could surprise you.”
Emma’s offer had Alastor’s ears pricking to attention, a small flare of static buzzing around them.
“You wonderful, wicked woman,” he chuckled out between bites. “You are an endless well of entertainment!”
Emma’s smile turned mischievous at his reply, and she flashed her predators eyes as she leaned her head to the side. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she countered, and Alastor laughed around his meat.
“As well you should, ma chér! The highest I can give! Hmm…” He became lost in thought for a moment, tapping his fork against his teeth as his mind worked. “I require more information before making such an important decision…” he spoke softly to himself, before his gaze roamed to find Emma’s.
“Do you already have something you were planning to wear for me sometime?”
Her smile widened in response, and Emma made a point of taking another bite of her pancakes. Static crackled around them as the fork stopped its tapping.
“I believe I’d like you to surprise me.”
Emma laughed heartily at the adorable demon. “I suppose I can figure out a little something,” she sighed out, acting as though he’d made the most inconvenient decision. It wasn’t a good act of course, but her exaggerated damsel performance earned a giggle and kiss to her cheek.
When finished with breakfast, they both frolicked and made love once more in Alastor’s bayou before finally moving to begin their day.
Emma had made her mate wait downstairs to reveal the special outfit she’d been saving. The whole ensemble took almost ten minutes to fully adorn, her little darklings helping to style her hair into a half-up art piece of curls after assembling the attire.
The victorian fusion dress was a stunning work of creativity that Velvette had imagined up for her, and Emma felt positively giddy with anticipation to wear it. Mesh stockings that had inverted pentagram microphones stitched on the front, just high enough to accentuate the tall black stiletto boots that reached just above the knee. Next came the black laced corset, then a maroon under layer wrapped over a ruffled black petticoat, halter top open in the shape of an old cathedral radio to show off her cleavage, a thin layer of gold tulle to simulate the speaker. Little red and black radio dial buttons were snapped together to close the layer, and her shade helped her into the pinstripe halter overcoat. The coat itself flared around the petticoat, not quite touching the floor.
As one of her little darklings were finishing adjusting the matching bow tie, another sidled up to her holding several of the tails she’d ripped from herself through her rough heat for assessment. They would need to dry a few more days, but the ideas flitted through Emma’s mind for all the gifts she’d make from them. If her darling felt like exploring his feminine side, she would make a most splendid piece for him to drape himself in. But she was most excited to begin work with Ozzie to build what she had designed after the tour of her mate’s home. It would be the perfect addition to his collection!
With the final touches in place, Emma’s largest darkling slithered up to her, the specially crafted staff held up with both hands.
It certainly didn’t work like Alastor’s totem, but the prop was nearly identical, with a coral heart in place of the sentient eye. Emma took the cane with a grateful kiss to the shades head, giving them a good ear scritch for their efforts.
She knew precisely when Alastor saw her, the static rising to a fever pitch in the room as she walked down the stairs.
“What do you think, my darling? I’ve had this little getup sitting in the back of my wardrobe for a good few weeks waiting for the right occasion. Does it suit your taste?”
A silly question. The look in her mate’s eyes told her that he definitely liked the outfit. Emma’s grin turned wicked as she glided towards the choking demon, and spun for him, ending in a vogue pose.
Alastor gushed.
“My darling, dazzling Vixen, you are the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on! Oh sweetheart!”
Emma couldn’t help but giggle at the conflicting emotions flitting in his gaze- he seemed torn between lust and pure joy, and it made for the cutest little expressions. He reached his hand out and bowed in ask of hers, and she accepted with a soft smile.
Music began to play and Alastor began to sing to Emma as he swept her into a dance. Oh how she adored her darling demon! They swung and glided in her living room as he quite literally sang her praises, their shadows swirling around them as they moved. His magic flared the fireplace to life as he twirled and dipped her, green hellfire lighting up that lovely sinister grin.
“I can’t decide whether to parade you around town, or whisk you back to bed, my dear,” he finished his adorable show with a soft smile and a breathtaking kiss. Falling into him, Emma gave a whine as she swooned.
“We could always try getting out again tomorrow,” she offered, nuzzling into his neck as he held her, eliciting a small chuckle from her mate.
“Ah, but therein lies the problem, dear Vixy. I simply must show you off! In fact…”
His eyes went wide for a moment before he snapped a notebook into existence labeled ‘Experiments in Passion’ and began writing furiously. Emma couldn’t help but snort- how many subjects had he had to explore since they’d met? She found him absolutely adorable- always wanting to research and take notes, no matter the subject. It seemed to help him sort out the tangles of his mind, and the way he stuck his tongue out to chew as he concentrated on whatever held his attention made her heart swell. So cute.
“Since you’ve got your experiment notebook out, may I pose a question for you to ponder?”
Alastor looked up as his hand continued to write his thoughts, his head cocking. “Of course, ma chér. What were you thinking about?”
Emma smiled as she watched him go back to his writing before speaking. “Yesterday you asked me to take you like a woman. It made me curious. Is that because you wished for me to penetrate you, or would you like to explore your feminine side? There’s much to explore, and should you wish it, I would happily indulge you in whatever way you desire, whether it’s makeovers and going dancing, or showing you other pleasures. And as for penetration, the term is ‘anal’ or ‘pegging’, should you decide you’d like to try.”
Alastor stiffened as red crept up his face, his pen stopping as he thought about Emma’s words. “Pegging… such an ugly word, but noted. I believe that is what I was wanting at the time, but also not. How do I explain?”
The pen tapped against his sharp teeth as he worked to organize his words. “When we make love, you always look so… blissful… It made me want to know what you were feeling… to be surrounded and consumed wholly until nothing else exists. I have a feeling it is a difference in our sex and/or sexualities, but I would like to know for sure. Does… that make sense?”
Her face softened on him. “I utterly adore you, my Alastor. For me, what makes the biggest difference is who I’m having sex with. What brings me that bliss is knowing you have me, that I’m safe and wanted, and so very well loved. We can of course try whenever you’re ready. Annnnd, should you decide you’d like to try on any feminine clothing, I’m happy to share my wardrobe with you. All of my clothes are spelled to fit perfectly on whatever body they’re wearing…”
Alastor quirked a brow at Emma, searching and analyzing before giggling.
“I take it you might enjoy that,” he purred, resting the pen against his bottom lip.
Emma shivered as the image of a dolled up Alastor in nothing but her fur burned its way into her mind, and her mate burst into laughter. “Perhaps we will try on a night we’re staying in. However currently, with the way you look in that dress, we’re definitely going out!”
Alastor finished his writings before snapping the notebook gone and hugging Emma close. Humming and snuffling into her hair, he squeezed at the boning of the corset before groaning.
“You are the very embodiment of temptation, ma belle…” he spoke, placing a chaste kiss to her forehead before stepping back and offering his arm with a soft smile.
Emma melted at her darling’s words, rubbing her thighs together as she swished her tail. Semen and slick mixed and melted into her underwear, and she noticed Alastor flaring his nostrils before a prideful grin overtook his features. Which only made Emma wetter.
“This will be more of a challenge than I anticipated. Think we can make it for three hours? That should give us time for everything,” she spoke slyly, finally taking his offered arm. Alastor snorted- of course he could make it.
“My dear, I’m hoping to just make it for one,” he retorted, and Emma stumbled in her steps, eyes darting up to his own heated stare. For a moment they stared at one another, and then it just happened.
““Pfffthaha! Hahahaha!””
The two devolved into a giggle fit.
It took a while to calm down after that, both leaning on the other to stay upright. Looking up to her mate’s teary face, Emma worked to speak as she caught her breath, “There’s always the odd dark alleyway, but let’s compromise and try for two?”
Alastor’s eyes flashed black as they found Emma’s, his grin demented. “How do you do that so well?” Oh what a cad! Alastor in the throes of his rut was such a treat!
“I have a good partner to bounce off of,” she replied with a wink, booping his nose before reaching for the door handle.
She received a happy bleat for the effort, and out the door they walked.
The walk was incredibly refreshing, and they both stopped by a small buffet to greet friends and swipe a small bite. Alastor kept Emma close, their arms linked as they made their way through town. Checking in with Anita, they learned that everybody had had a meeting with Charlie- they’d scheduled moving day to occur in a few days, Lucifer offering to move the dimensional space if Emma were still unavailable. She felt a swell of love for the fallen angel. He was turning out to be a wonderful friend- even if he didn’t know it yet.
Anita and several others had already made the move to their living quarters, and gushed about how friendly dear Charlie was. She couldn’t believe how wonderful a princess of Hell could be.
“I had a feeling you’d get along like a couple ‘a hellcrows,” Emma said, her smile soft.
Anita chuckled before turning sheepishly to Alastor, who had been following Emma so closely, if he weren’t The Radio Demon, one could almost mistake him for her shadow. “I wanted to thank you sir. You probably don’t remember me, but you once saved me in a difficult situation. I was a bit… shaken… at the time, but now that I’ve gotten the chance to meet you again, I gotta say thank you.”
Her words came out a bit faster than her usual cadence, but he’d heard it all, humming in response. “Not to worry my dear. I love a good impromptu slaughter. It was quite fortuitous in fact! I haven’t had gator in years!”
Emma’s eyebrows rose at the exchange, lips tucking in a frown. “Nita…”
“Don’t you ‘Nita’ me. It was three against one! You’re good, but you’re not this guy,” she lectured.
“Ow. My pride,” Emma deadpanned, placing her hand over her heart. Her mate giggled behind her, placing his hand on her head. “My dear, I believe if this dame ran into three goons in nothing but her tail, they’d need five more and still not compare. Why, this little darling cut my throat like it was Sunday brunch!”
Anita stared at the two, mouth agape as she processed Alastor’s words. “You know what, this-“ she pointed between them, “makes waaaayy too much sense now.”
Emma snorted at that, laughter bubbling in her chest. “Yes, well, all that aside, next time, call me. For someone who constantly says to put faith in others, you sure have a hard time doing that yourself.”
It was gentle, but the message was received, Anita’s ears drooping as she looked away. She was so adorable, chubby cheeks puffing out as she crossed her arms. A huffy child receiving an unwanted but necessary lecture.
“Yeah yeah, I get it. You’re an all powerful, mystical mystery woman who don’t need no man,” she replied, her eyes rolling playfully.
Emma chuckled before heading towards the door. “Damn right. But this one’s definitely a keeper,” she said proudly, enjoying the way her mate drug his claws lightly over her soft curls as his hand left her head.
“Oh you are just sickening! I’ll see ya in a few days, ya love bugs,” Anita spoke as she waved goodbye, Alastor’s shadow waving back from behind them.
Continuing on their way, Emma decided to just text Velvette to check in, scheduling both a fur delivery (for which her sweetheart was ecstatic) and a girls day. One of the best things about her darling doll- as impatient as she could be in the midst of a task, she was never so if one forgot to say hello. Odd as it was, she was simultaneously a high and low maintenance friend.
‘Neurodivergent’ as the youth would say. Emma wasn’t certain what type of neurodivergent, but she definitely hit the mark in her opinion. She understood things in fantastical ways, and refused to play sweet just to appease those who perceived themselves to be above her. She was an absolute gem among women.
Emma didn’t need to worry about paying attention as she walked and texted. Arm in arm with her darling, his sinister aura engulfed the area around them. A demon would be a complete fool to impede their journey. Although she did notice the odd admirer from afar, which wasn’t exactly new, but it wasn’t exactly common either. Most of Emma’s fans were normal and incredibly respectful when she met them, usually stumbling and stuttering as they tried their best not to stare at her tits for too long.
As they got closer to the hotel, Emma noticed the low buzz of static that hung around her mate was steadily growing, and she squeezed his arm to catch his attention. Those lovely bright eyes met hers, and she whispered with an evil grin, “should we find an alley?”
Alastor softened, chuckling at her jest (not a jest), before shadows swallowed them up and they were standing in front of the hotel. “I’m afraid we had some uninvited company along the way,” he said, his eyes darkening.
“You get used to it. They usually don’t do anything, and if they do, hey, free dinner and entertainment!” Her jovial attempt at reassurance did not have the desired effect.
“You shouldn’t have to put up with that. I understand your having to work with that vile moth. That’s business. But stalkers?” Rage blazed and danced behind those crimson eyes, contained but only just. Oh, he was just such a darling!
“You’re so sexy when that wrath fills your gaze,” Emma purred, tail swaying in seductive delight.
A record scratch sounded and she laughed at the spluttering demon. “We’re in Hell, my darling overlord. Unfortunately the rules down here are dog eat dog (forgive the pun). As well equipped as I am, I appear small and vulnerable to most other people. It is their mistake for thinking as such. Those who try receive my Hell for however long I decide. That’s not exactly fair either, but again- we’re in Hell. I’m a demon. And a damn nasty one, if I may say so. And you, my darling mate-“ she brought his hand to her lips to kiss. “Are the biggest, baddest demon in Pride. Who in their right mind would mess with your woman?”
Alastor stiffened, radio static flaring as his brows knit. “I appreciate the attempt at placating, but you are my mate, not “my woman”. I’ll not have you denigrating yourself just to soothe me.” He cupped her cheek and Emma melted with a hum.
“I love you, you adorable teddy bear,” she replied, tail wagging slowly. She lost herself in his gaze, leaning into his hand with a soft happy whine as her ears drooped. Her mate mirrored her and pulled her in for a tight hug, his chin resting on her curls.
“Only for you, mon cœur. And I will bring horrific nightmares to any who even think about hurting you.”
“Awww… My darling demented demon,” Emma purred. “Such sweet words create such a challenge.”
Alastor’s eyes flashed black for a moment, radio dials switching down at her as he registered her words. “How long has it been?”
Emma laughed at the question before producing her pocket watch. “It’s been about an hour and a half. Your room is just upstairs. We can easily take a break before getting back to it,” she offered, a sweet smile playing on her lips.
Alastor responded with a soft, frustrated growl as he rubbed at his temple. “I’d rather wait until we are done with our tasks for the day,” he replied, kissing Emma’s forehead before her nose. “Because by the time I’m done with you, ma chér, you won’t be able to stand, much less walk.”
‘Shit,’ she thought, a bright blush rising in her cheeks. How this demon set her very soul ablaze!
Straightening with a chuckle, Alastor opened the door for her, and Emma had to quickly step aside as a blurry mass flew past to land in an explosion of dirt. Her eyes met Alastor’s, each quirking a curious brow.
Crawling out of his crater, the hotel’s newest guest, Baxter, grunted and muttered as he walked back toward the door he flew out of- something about crazy degenerates and trust exercises. He paused when he noticed his audience.
“So you’ve returned. Dare I hope to presume your mood has improved?” His question to Alastor earned a sly grin and giggle from Emma as he tensed, humming static flaring in the air.
“My good fellow, my mood is simply a reflection of the company. Have you been enjoying your stay?” he asked, his grin turning sinister as he stared down the small demon. Baxter bristled and made his way to go inside.
“These redemption exercises are completely illogical to a learned scientist such as I. Such childish romps are foolish. I can’t imagine why you’re hovering around this pipe dream,” he replied, casting Emma a disgusted glance.
A laugh track sounded and her demon leaned on his cane, his neck stretching to meet the little angler’s eye, smile so wide his black gums peeked out. As the little guy halted his steps and held his hand over his nose, Alastor spoke.
“Why that answer is simple, my friend. My favorite entertainment is watching you climb that ladder of hope, only to fall into the fiery pit of failure.”
….
Baxter said nothing, his eyes squinting in discomfort before he squeezed past the intimidating demon. Her mate did so love to strike fear in others. Not exactly conducive to healing and rehabilitation, but hey… baby steps. Plus, it was such a turn on to see his monstrous visage.
“Come now darling, let’s not scare off your guests,” Emma chuckled and moved to walk in, her mate making way for her, his smile softening.
“Disgusting…”
Emma heard the muttered comment, but she was used to such manners by now. Her sweet mate, however, quite obviously did not approve.
“You could stand to learn some manners, little guppy. I am so looking forward to the day when you go back to your boss in shame. He did tell his last little spy to kill himself, but I’m sure he will be most forgiving to you,” he retorted, voice chipper, but his eyes… Rage boiled behind his carefully controlled mask. Emma wanted to both jump the dashing demon, and cuddle him until he couldn’t take anymore. Such a darling man.
“Al, is that you?” They heard Charlie before they saw her, and Emma couldn’t help but devolve into laughter when she appeared in the doorway. The woman was absolutely covered in paint and stickers!
“Oh Charlie! What a splendid welcome! Hahaha! What a treat! What ever could you be working on, my dear?” Alastor questioned between giggles- there he went again, shoving that rage down. Oh well. Perhaps they could work on that. When he was ready, of course. Honestly, it was impressive how well he could force that wrath down- an unfortunate perk of being raised by the fist. You either learned to mask, or you died.
Charlie smiled sheepishly, rubbing more stickers into her hair as she looked off towards the lounge. Walking in, they saw the whole gang working to decorate the hotel lobby. Vaggie and Frank worked on painting their signs, while Angel and Husk looked like they were plotting something over by the bar while looking over towards the retreating Baxter. Keekee chased Razzle as the little dragon snickered and taunted her. The sweet little hellcat had been extremely affectionate toward the dragon after losing Dazzle. Even Fat Nuggets was toddling around, oinking playfully with them before settling in at Angel’s feet.
Taking in the room, they saw several large (obviously lovingly handcrafted) ‘Welcome Friends’, ‘Welcome Home’, and ‘Walcum Dockturz’ signs drying around the room. Well, now she knew why the stickers- they were almost completely covering one of the signs.
Emma’s heart swelled at the sweet gesture, and she was fairly certain she had hearts in her eyes. They were such sweet, thoughtful demons! Charlie noticed Emma’s emotional reaction and cooed, wrapping her in a tight hug. She let the vixen go after a moment and their heads turned when they heard Lucifer greet her mate.
“Heya Bambi! How was the honeymoon? I’m surprised you aren’t taking more time off.” The fallen angel was flying down, holding a very excitable Niffty, and landed gracefully in front of Alastor. Niffty zoomed up to Alastor’s shoulder to hug his neck, stories of new species of bugs she’d encountered spouting frantically from her lips.
Lucifer cupped his cheeks, eyes sparkling at the cute little demon, and Emma cooed at the whole scene. Love filled her whole body as she watched her family work together. Yes, that’s what this little motley crew had become. A true, loving family- something Emma certainly wasn’t given starting out in life, but here in Hell of all places, it seemed she was finally getting to experience this feeling. How utterly ridiculous and wonderfully splendid!
Once Niffty had finished her dramatic monologue, Alastor praised her prowess as he lifted her from his shoulder to set down, his gaze soft. The little demon zoomed off happily, and the two men watched her disappear before Alastor spoke to Lucifer.
“My sabbatical has been pleasant, my friend. It’s not quite finished yet, but I should be officially back for the big moving day. In fact, we’ve just finished visiting with dear Anita,” Alastor explained. He actually seemed to be a bit more relaxed around the shorter man, and Emma hoped that little moment of solidarity would be the seed to start a beautiful friendship. The man could certainly use some more friends.
Lucifer’s eyes widened as he looked between the two before he gave a low whistle. “Huh. Most sinners can’t stay off of each other when in their seasons. Gotta admit, I’m impressed. In that case, permission to greet your mate?”
Emma’s heart melted as she watched the interaction; what a sweet little angel! Alastor’s smile widened as his chest puffed up a bit. A prideful buck if ever there was one. “Of course,” he said, soft gaze turning to Emma as she left Charlie’s side to join the two men.
Lucifer smiled sweetly to her, keeping his distance respectfully as he spoke. “Vixen, how are you feeling? I hope this idiot has been treating you right.”
Static flared as Alastor’s smile and shoulders hitched, and Emma laughed. “I’m positively delighted seeing such a wonderful welcome being prepared! It’s a pleasure to see you again, Lucifer.” She stepped closer to shake his hand, lowering her voice to a whisper. “And thank you for healing my darling idiot,” she added with a wink.
Lucifer blushed lightly before laughing at whatever face said idiot was making behind her. “Well, I’d say it was nothing, but you and I both know how stubborn he is,” he replied, sly grin adorning his face. Emma chuckled and nodded in agreement before stepping back to Alastor’s side, said demon letting out a huff of annoyance.
“My Alastor? Stubborn? Surely you jest, my dear,” she teased. “We just wanted to drop by and check in with how things were progressing. I’ll be available to move the office space, but of course you’re welcome to come as well. The process usually doesn’t take me too long, so it should arrive by noon.”
Charlie nodded excitedly, Vaggie walking up to join her. “I can’t wait! I’m so excited to learn more about the human mind!”
Emma chuckled at the adorable woman. “As far as I seen, the human mind isn’t much different to a hellborn’s. But I too am interested to see what differences there may be.”
Charlie perked up at her words. “Really? That honestly makes a lot of sense. I’ve had the hotel as experience, and I’ve been trying my best to recruit sinners off the street, but most people I meet don’t really want to talk. Or you know, want their ‘parts’ touched.” She’d whispered that last line, and Emma couldn’t help but feel for the poor dear.
She patted her back and noticed Alastor leading Lucifer away- he would have been able to hear the princess’s words. Vaggie rubbed the other side of Charlie’s back, soft vengeance radiating from her gaze. Hmm… Interesting. The angel held much behind those lovely eyes.
“Charlie dear, you deserve so much better than what you’ve been saddled with. When, and if, you ever want to try therapy, I highly recommend it. In fact, your uncle Satan has his own personal therapy assistant. I’m uncertain if you’ve seen each other recently, but while he still has trouble, and is very much on a journey, he has made a lot of progress.”
Charlie and Vaggie gave her all of their attention, looking surprised. “Oh! That’s right- you haven’t seen my demon form yet, have you?” The two women looked to each other and back to Emma, shaking their heads. “Well, I work as a therapy fox as one of my jobs. I’ve worked with him several times over the years,” she explained.
“Oh, but I’m getting off track. Forgive me, I’m still a bit ditzy. Should you decide to give it a try, I would be so happy to schedule you an appointment. You’ve been through a lot, and you deserve to heal from it all. Or… if you just need a friend to talk to… I’ll listen. For either of you… I must confess, I love you as I would my sisters.”
Charlie’s eyes went wide, large tears welling as Vaggie gave Emma a soft smile, rubbing Charlie’s back as the sweet woman began to tremble. Emma opened her arms, and Charlie nearly fell into them, crushing the vixen in her embrace as she wailed.
“I love you so, so much! Thank you Vixy!” Emma cooed at the display and ran her fingers over her hair, gently picking out and discarding stickers that littered the strands.
“I leave you alone for two minutes and you make my daughter cry. I think that’s a new record, Vixen.”
Charlie looked up and laughed as she wiped at her eyes. “What can I say? I have a talent,” Emma shrugged with a grin.
It would appear to be time to head home. Her mate shadowed right behind her, placing a large hand on her head to muss her curls. “Shall we continue with our day, my dear?”
Emma grinned at his eager gaze, and Lucifer laughed, Vaggie joining with a small giggle. “I think that’s a good idea,” she replied, holding her arm out for him to tuck into his own. They said their goodbyes after a quick hug from Angel, and headed back home.
Emma was honestly quite surprised that Alastor didn’t just shadow them both back, but he seemed to really enjoy testing his limits. He loved a good challenge, in any area, it would seem. How long could he wait before he needed to give in?
As they made their way home, Emma enjoyed watching as other demons scattered and ran from her mate. His aura was almost oppressive in his current state, crimson eyes glowing in sinister delight as he too enjoyed his effect.
They’d made it about halfway home when Emma was suddenly yanked to the side, around the corner and against the brick wall as her lover stole her breath away. Oh, how spoiled she was! She felt positively giddy as those sharp claws pressed and dragged up her arms and over her exposed shoulders.
“Care to play, my lovely vixen?”
Emma let out a whining moan against his lips, arching her back to press her chest into his. Alastor groaned and gripped her hips to pull flush against his. She couldn’t help the screech that left her throat when she felt his erection through the layers of her skirts, and she zapped her panties off to her pocket dimension- they would only get in the way.
Alastor’s nostrils flared and he gave her a cocky grin before he lowered himself to his knees and hiked one of her legs over his shoulder. Dipping his head under her skirts, Emma felt his tongue glide between her slick lips and she keened. She hadn’t expected him to entertain the idea of fucking in an alleyway, but as that skilled tongue stroked and rubbed her into a panting mess, the fact that her darling radio demon was on his knees to please her in public only made her more wet, more wanton.
The man was on a mission, and Emma was ride or die. Hell, she was ride and die!
She was close, and Alastor knew it, that cruel, wonderful demon. His lips closed over her clit to suck at once more before his head left her cunt, and Emma growled in frustration. Her mate glared seductively up at her and licked his glistening lips before rising to kiss her again.
Emma jumped on him.
He caught her easily and pushed her back into the wall, sadistic joy gleaming in those lovely crimson eyes. She heard his zipper before she felt his cock filling her, throwing her head back against the wall.
He gave her no time to adjust, and Emma loved him for it, lascivious cries escaping her lips as he used her body. His claws sliced the fabric at her neck and the top layers fell away, black corset the only clothing left to cover her. She watched as a lusty haze filled that glowing gaze before those dripping fangs found the flesh of her throat.
Emma screamed as she came to her end, wrapping herself entirely around her mate as he cried out at the sensations. He didn’t last much longer, and she felt the delightful scraping of the brick wall against her tingling skin as Alastor leaned himself into her and released his fangs. It took him a moment to catch his breath before shadows swallowed them up, and they were in her bedroom.
“That was both nerve wracking and exhilarating, but I think I prefer to keep you to myself,” he spoke, soft and low as he pressed soft kisses along Emma’s clavicle and shoulders, up her neck, jaw and finally her lips.
She sighed contentedly against his lips and let him carry her to bed. He laid her down and lavished her in affection, happy bleats sounding as his lips trailed over her chest. Emma chuckled and cooed at the adorable demon, petting his hair and ears as she watched him worship her.
His fingers began to unlace her corset and Emma quirked an eyebrow at the other demon, smile widening in amusement. Alastor noticed her reaction and let out a dark chuckle, leaning over to kiss and nip at her lips.
“I believe I told you that by the time I’m done with you, you wouldn’t be able to walk. Well my dear, I’m a man of my word, and you are in for a long night.”
‘Satan give me strength, this man will be my second death.’ Emma’s tail set to thumping against the mattress and her mate let out a hearty laugh. How easy it was to make her a happy little kit.
“Well then, my darling mate, let’s begin,” she countered. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Emma pulled her darling down and into her depths.