#keyfic

Guiding you out of the building and offering an arm once outside, Alastor set the pace, a casual stroll. The trees rustled from the light breeze, the sun was sweltering on your skin, little refuge was found along the way. “Are you from the area?” his gaze settled on your face, it seemed like he could guide you without looking ahead.  

“Actually, I grew up rather poor, on the outskirts of town, I’m not proud of it, but I can’t change it” You dropped your gaze to your feet. His smile brightened, “Believe it or not, I know exactly what you mean.” 

Passing by a bench, you caught a couple of sneers in your direction. There was some grumbling and you gripped Alastor’s arm tighter and tried to coax him into walking faster. His steps did not faulter, and he kept the same pace he had set. Patting your arm, he flashed the biggest smile you’ve seen yet from him, toward the bench. “You know, growing up like this, you get used to the looks… they don’t bother me.” Escorting you down several streets, you finally approached Alastor’s selected location for the venue.  

There was a large sign overhead, it was light blue with black writing, ‘Pearl's House'. Hmm I’ve never been here before. Alastor slipped his arm from your grasp and moved it around your waist, hand resting at the small of your back. “In you go,” he held the door ajar, as you entered.  

The aroma was welcoming, smooth coffee with hints of caramel, deep fried pastries and the subtle scent of sugar hung in the air. After requesting a table, you were shown to a small round wooden table near the back, away from where everyone else was sitting. “I hope you’ll find this comfortable, Mr. Monette?” Alastor nodded and slipped his hand to the waitress. “Yes, this one is perfect, thank you.”  

Pulling the cushioned seat out for you, you sat and adjusted as he pushed it in for you, taking his own seat afterwards. Studying the inside, you noticed they had seated you two practically in a corner by yourselves, He must come here a lot if they know his name like that. Or perhaps they’ve been listening to him recently. I also wonder how many other skirts he brings here. 

“You seemed so interested in asking me things back at the station, what, cat has your tongue now?” Alastor was sitting up straight; arms folded neatly on the table. His smile was easy, but not quite reaching his eyes, they were half lidded. “My dear, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten why I’ve brought you here?”  

You quickly shook your head and opened your mouth to speak. Before you could, an older, dark taupe skinned woman had hobbled to the table side in between you two. She gave a beaming smile and sat a hand atop of Alastor's. “Welcome in dearies, what can I help you two with, this swell afternoon?” Alastor’s ever permanent smile widened as he turned to the older woman.  

“Well hello Pearl, what a delightful surprise.” She squeezed his hand and pulled away from him. “We would like half a dozen beignets, and two coffees, please,” she nodded and looked towards you. “And whom might this doll be? Do I need to say something to sweet Adelaida or does she know?” She gently squeezed your shoulder as she questioned Alastor. “Oh relax you old bird, she’s just a new gal at the station who would not stop bothering me earlier.” He gave a light chuckle and turned back to you “Florence, this is Pearl, she’s a very good friend of my Moman’s, and owner of the cafe.”  

You flushed, thinking back to the impression you had left on Alastor, you didn’t think such small talk would have been a big deal. Nodding, you smiled weakly at Pearl, “how do you do Miss Pearl?” Giving a small twinkling laugh while winked at you, “I’m doing much better, seeing Alastor finally has a lady around his arm, a mighty polite and pretty one at that.” Alastor rolled his eyes and let out a grumble of disdain.  

You heard her twinkling laugh again as she turned away from you two. “Alright, alright, I’ll go put your order in and be back shortly, let me know when the wedding date is, ya?” and with that she hobbled to the counter up front, yelling something indistinguishable. 

Alastor shook his head, dropping it and mumbling something, just as incoherent. He blinked resetting his face to a tight smile, then looked up at you. “Now that she’s gone, we might be able to have an intelligent conversation.”  

Ah no, that distraction wasn’t as long as I’d hoped it be. Frowning, you studied the deep grooves in the worn table. This is the first time I’ve been alone with him. This isn’t weird though just two coworkers getting to know each other over some coffee and fluffy beignets, right? 

Alastor cleared his throat, “Florence?” Your eyelids fluttered upon hearing your name breaking you out of your thoughts. “Sorry, just making a note of what to have for dinner, since I’m being spoiled with dessert first.” He skeptically looked at you but accepted your answer anyway. “Right, well would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions? Since you seem to be having trouble starting any conversation.” Oh, he’s quite bold. “Not at all, please ask anything you’d like.”  

“You said you grew up ‘rather poor’ earlier? What made you take the job at the station, I know that position doesn’t pay a pretty penny, but I do know you’d be able to make more at a place like this.” He gestured around you two, the cafe though small, had every seat taken.  

You shook your head. “I’ve always loved music, and hearing the big names… not just yours,” you stifled a laugh, he raised an eyebrow, “just sounded like the bee’s knees to me. Besides it beats looking at food all day that I can’t have.”  

“Alright dearies, here we go!” As if on cue, Pearl returned balancing a plate and two coffee mugs. You two were so deep in conversation to have not noticed her approach. “Nice and hot the lot is, do be careful, I’ll be back to refill your mugs when you need it,” saying your thanks as she left, you immediately picked up your mug, your throat suddenly dry. The bitter coffee did little to soothe it. 

“What about yourself, didn’t you say you could relate?” You set your mug down and eyed a beignet, knowing better than to pick one up right away. “Yes, this is true, it was a rather hard childhood for me. My Moman, she practically raised me as a single mother.” His eyes scrunched in memory slightly. He picked up a beignet and took a generous bite from it. “My pathetic excuse for a father,” he spat the word, “That guy was a tank. He was always pickled to the gills,” he shook his head. “I won’t ever understand how someone so cruel could hurt someone so benevolent.” 

You had finished one yourself and was looking back at the plate between the two of you. “Please, have as many as you’d like, I can always get us some more.” Smiling you heeded his words and picked up another one, indulging between the spongey, fried dough, and the light powdering of sweet sugar atop it.  

“So, what made you want to be on the radio anyways,” you thought back to how relaxed he looked, in the booth earlier. You patted your lips with your napkin. “That’s been my lifelong dream of course,” his eyes brightened up at the thought of radio. This guy sure gets his rocks off at any thought of radio, doesn’t he?

You must have made a weird face because he laughed. “It’s quite corny and cliché I know, but the first time Moman had brought a radio home, it lit up my world. I had never heard anything like it in my life. Being able to broadcast one’s voice all over the city, especially out where we were. That’s incredible to think about. We received news, music, and entertainment with those radio shows!”  

He had finished his current beignet and reached for yet one more. “You know, I’m not too fond of sweet things myself,” he took a bite of the beignet and glared at it. “I’m not so sure that’s true, you seem rather into those,” you mused to him.  

“Why yes, they do remind me of my Moman, so I am rather partial to them.” He looked to the table and tilted his head his smile now pulled together and tightening. You straightened in the chair, with the way his tone was, something bad must have happened to her. “She would bring me here anytime she had a couple of berries to spare, I always told her when I grew up, I’d bring her here every week. And I’ve kept that promise.” His smile fell a little his eyes zoning out for a couple of seconds. When he refocused, he looked at the now empty plate. He finished the last of his beignet, and brushed his hands on the soft linen cloth, attempting to rid his fingers of the powdered sugar. You nodded your head, a little relaxed hearing she’s fine.  

You folded your hands on the table and looked down at them. “You know, I haven’t felt this jovial in a while, why don’t we head to a juice joint tonight? You can go home and get your glad rags on, and I’ll tell you the location to meet at?” He set some money on top of the table and stood up. You looked up and blinked.  “You haven't spent too much time with me already?” You questioned in disbelief. He just chuckled and shook his head, “I'm afraid it's quite the opposite, you have turned out rather entertaining to me.” And with that, he told you a specific location to meet him at 11PM later that night.   

After getting all gussied with makeup, you slipped into your newest dress still a few years old, but it should do. It was a pale-yellow chiffon dress cut to the just below the knee, there was black ruffles starting at your thighs and dipping down, with a black ribbon tied into a bow creating a deep v-line. You also had a black belt to accentuate your waistline.  

You sprayed your fanciest scented perfume on yourself, a luscious combination of sweet vanilla and toasted almonds. You fussed with your hair fixing it to sit just right, curls bordering your face. You slipped into a pair of black heels, affixed a pair of pearl earrings and necklace, and scurried out of your apartment.

Locking up behind you, you set off with a heavy thumping in your chest. I’m still not sure why he'd want to spend more time with me, how can I refuse him though, he's been nothing less than gentlemanly with me.

You found the location with little difficulty, a rundown building façade. You scanned the area looking for Alastor, but he hadn’t arrived yet it seemed. You huffed and pulled out your cigarette box. Selecting a cigarette, you put it to your lips and lit it. Stuffing the box away, you closed your eyes and took a long draw off of the stick. It seemed like you haven't had a second to yourself since you started this job. 

After finishing your vice, a door popped open, Alastor's head peaked out. “There you are cher, I was starting to wonder if you were going to end up a flat tire on me.” You rolled your eyes and followed him into the building. "Perhaps if you were actually where you said you'd be we could have gone in together," He led you into the small place, just big enough for a dance area and a three–piece band. Sidling up to the bar stools, Alastor waved the barkeep over towards you.  

"What can I get you two this fine evening?" The keep was a tall man, balding, but with an impeccable moustache. "Yes indeedy, one rye neat, and whatever the lady here fancies." Alastor looked towards you curious as to what you will order. You nod, "one Bee’s Knees, please."  

The keep shuffled off to produce the requested drinks; Alastor slid a bill across the table and gave him a wink. “Is this another place you frequent then?” You took a long sip of the alcohol and turned towards him. Alastor hummed as he sipped on his rye. “Actually, a good friend of mine owns this place, so it’s the only establishment I visit when I need to wet my whistle,” he snickered and gave a wide, easy smile.  

Enjoying Alastor’s company you started losing track of time. Plenty of conversation flowed between you two. Eventually, he enticed you into dancing with him. You were starting to become clumsy after your third drink, but he held onto you and spun you around the dance floor. "That's alright cher hold on tight, okay?" You nodded and wrapped an arm around his neck the other looped around his back. You looked up at him, smiling like a fool, he leaned down and kissed you gently.

You jolted in his arms, not expecting that from him. After a couple of seconds of your heart slamming in your chest you moved back towards him, leaning in for another. He kissed you again and quickly deepened it, you could taste the bitter remnants of rye on his tongue. You closed your eyes, your heart racing a million miles a minute.

This is wrong, what if someone finds out from the station, I'd lose my job and I hadn't even been there a week. If this is wrong... I don't wanna be right. Your cheeks became hot; you pulled away from him once again. "Alastor, I don't think... not here anyways." He glowed at you but backed away. "Alright then, how about a couple more drinks, cher?"

Alternating between dances and plenty of drinks, the room was starting to spin. He had pulled you close; arms wrapped around you like a vine. He leaned down to your ear, his sensual, smooth voice the only thing you could focus on now. “Well now cher, let’s get you home. We still have to work tomorrow, and I’d rather not have to explain why you couldn’t make it back in.” You swallowed hard, your heart hammering against your ribs.  

You stumbled your way back to the table where you had left your clutch, getting ready to leave. Fumbling around inside, your keys were nowhere to be found. That’s strange I could have sworn they were in here. Perhaps I left them somewhere. A small giggle bubbled out of your chest. “Silly me, it seems I’ve left my keys somewhere!” Your voice was loud from your inebriation. Pulling you out of the speakeasy, Alastor helped you retrace your steps.

You stumbled through the doorway, looking around trying to remember what you had come here for. “Cher, your keys,” Alastor was behind you, he had been guiding you back to the radio station, in your state of inebriation. A slight, dopey smile formed on your lips, “right, I had forgotten my keys somewhere.”  

You bumbled to the other side of the room. Almost tripping over your feet, twice. As the desk got closer, your arms shot out to grasp it and steady yourself. A giggle welled up in your chest. You couldn't help but laugh at the twisting sight around the room. This room seems to be spinning more now than when we were at that juice joint! 

Alastor's dark eyes followed you as you trekked across the room. His own lips peeling back too, revealing his full set of white teeth. His eyes were blown and his brows lowered as he took a step toward you. “My, what a predicament you seem to be in.” Hearing his ominous words made you stop fumbling around at the desk. “Whatever do you mean by that?” You half turned towards him. You felt a hand grip your neck suddenly, keeping your head forward towards the desk. Your breathing hitched as you tried to squirm out from his grasp. 

“Relax cher, I would never do anything to hurt you,” you felt his other hand settle on your shoulder. You fluttered your eyelids at the sensation. “Alastor my… keys,” your breath left your lungs, as you felt his hot breath ghosting over your exposed neck.  

“That is such a shame, isn’t it?” His hand trailed down your side from your shoulder, it stopped on your hip, the other still tight around your neck. “Let’s see if I can help you find them, yes?” He placed a kiss on your shoulder blade. He finally released your neck; he leaned down to bunch the bottom of your dress in his hands. He straightened and pulled your dress over your ass, exposing the lacy panties you were wearing. His lips turned into a sneer, “these aren’t everyday panties, hmm?” One hand caressed your ass. 

A bright blush began to form on your cheeks as you slowly realized what was happening, “Alastor, you… my…” your words stopped forming at the new sensation he was creating. “Hush now cher, it seems as if you were expecting something.” He took one hand and gave your ass a quick, firm swat. Watching as the area turned bright red, Alastor hummed in approval.  

You jolted at the sensation, a yelp slipping through your lips. You flexed instinctively relaxing after the sting had passed. You tried to turn around again but Alastor wasn’t having it.  He bent you over the desk his arm digging into your back and wiggled two fingers into the waistband of your panties. With a gentle tug they slipped down your legs. The cold air assaulted your aroused cunt, making you shiver from the newly shed layer. You whimpered awaiting what Alastor would do next.  

He leaned down, his lips finding the shell of your ear. He gently placed a kiss right behind it then whispered, “Cher, I think I found them.” He ran two fingers over your wet pussy, slowly from your clit all the way to your slit. This making you once again shiver. He slid them over you again, this time rubbing your slit once and dipping a finger in. “Come on cher, let me look,” his voice low and smooth. His foot connected with yours and he splayed your legs apart. You clenched at his finger, becoming more vulnerable from the wide stance. He pumped his finger slowly in you a couple of times.  

A soft moan escaped your lips; he added a second finger and spread you open. After a few seconds with the additional finger, he pulled out of you. You whimpered again, this time from the loss of his touch. He lapped at your essence on his fingers, until it was gone.  You heard his belt buckle clinking before hearing it hit the ground with a soft thud. “Your pretty mouth makes such musical noises, you know that cher? Perhaps we should record them sometime. My own personal symphony, hmm?” “Please Alastor,” you begged, for what, you're not sure. You tried trying to turn your head towards him once again.  

“Mmm, yes just like that cher,” his mouth found your neck and he licked up it. “And you taste just as sweet as those beignets earlier, I wonder what else would taste as sweet,” he traveled down your shoulder stopping in the middle. He bit down hard; at the same time, he forced himself inside your tight cunt. You screamed out, was it pain, was it pleasure? You’re not quite sure, but God did it all feel divine.

He pushed all the way in, surprisingly giving you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size. Tears welled up in your eyes, then fell as he pulled back and rammed into you. “Florence, you’re so beautiful, especially when you take all of my like this.” He huffed, unable to catch his breath. He set a punishing pace, his hand finding purchase on your neck again, smushing your face against the desk.  

Moaning underneath him, you couldn’t make a single coherent thought, between the liquor and feeling him in you. The burning sensation of him splitting you almost in two, it was almost too much, you felt full. The tears spilled forward dropping onto the desk. “A…Alastor,” you breathed trying to move more into the desk for him. He continued pounding your slick pussy, your arousal dripping down his balls. “Just a little more, I’m almost there cher.” His words came out strangled. 

With three more deep pumps, Alastor tensed behind you, taking a sharp inhale of breath. His release covering your womb, hot ropes filling you up. He stood there not moving for a couple of minutes, trying to catch his breath. You started squirming under him again. He went soft and pulled out of you, his hot spend trailing along your thigh, behind him. He stood and put himself away adjusting his pants back into place. 

You turned around on the table and blinked at him. Did… did that just happen… at our place of employment? You couldn’t help but frown at him. Was that his intention all along? You never asked for this to happen. He looked up to you after grounding himself. “Oh, where are my manners, you should have came first, it’s only polite.” he stepped forward, towards you again and leaned into you.

   Your shoulder had been long forgotten; he licked some of the blood off of it. “Yeah, just as sweet as earlier, cher” he slid his hands down your sides and onto your thighs. “Come on, lean back and enjoy it,” he leaned you back on the desk and pushed your legs apart. “Absolutely beautiful,” he gently kissed each thigh and moved towards your hot core. You were still slick between your arousal and his release.  

He stuck two fingers back inside of you slowly. He kissed the top of your pelvic bone before his tongue grazed your clit. He flipped his hand and formed a come-hither motion looking for that spongey spot inside of you, him finding it made you see stars. You screwed your eyes shut and quivered around his fingers. Your heart pounding in your ears now, he flattened his tongue and slowly drug it up against your clit.  

“Mmmph,” your hands clenched at air as he sped his hand up. He other arm moving to wrap your leg around his shoulder, trying to pull you closer to him. He flicked his tongue at your clit assaulting it from every direction. “I can feel you getting close,” his hot breath against your sex, “I’m going to swallow everything you give me.” He was right, the coil in your stomach was tightly wound, on the brink of ecstasy. 

He sucked on your clit then pulled his hand away traveling down to your slit. He tongue fucked you over the edge. You felt tingles from head to toe as he lapped you up, just like he said he would. He kept on through your orgasm. You convulsed around him violently, as you came down from your high. I would do anything to keep this man happy. Actually, I would do anything just to feel this again.

He set your pulsating legs down on the desk and wiped his face with the back of his hand. Pulling out and lighting a cigarette, he gave you some time to recover. You took your time settling back into your body, before you could move. He had helped you up and adjusted your dress and you slipped your panties back into place. He pulled some keys out of his pocket. “Oh, look at that, they were safe with me this whole time,” he grinned devilishly. It was your turn to glare at him. "I'm glad they were found after this little... excursion."

You grabbed them from his hand and set off with him through the humid nighttime back to your apartment. Getting you home safe, he took your hand and kissed it gently. “I shall see you in the morning, get some well-deserved beauty sleep.” He took a step back and set off to his home. Despite the trick he played on you your heart still fluttered at the thoughts of what happened just a little bit ago. You unlocked your apartment and crawled into the spinning bed to pass out.

A/N #2 Here are some 1920's term and phrase definitions if you don't know them

Skirt - A girl, woman, attractive female

Bird - Broad term for a man or woman, sometimes indicating "unusual" behavior

Gal - Woman assistant, secretary; female factotum

Moman - (This one is more Creole than 1920's) Mother

Tank - Heavy drinker

Pickled to the gills - drunk

Berries - Great or in this case money

Juice joint - Speakeasy; illegal bar

Glad rags - Fancy clothes to go to a party in

Flat tire - A dud

A couple of months after settling into Alastor’s house, you two had intertwined seamlessly into a rhythm. You would get up and get yourself ready for the day. He’d greet you in the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee, already immaculate. After some small talk and finishing your cup, he’d escort you to the radio station. 

After putting in a long day at work, he frequently accompany you back home, sometimes taking you around the city, or resting in a park. More often than not though, you would walk home by yourself and choose how to spend the rest of your evening, alone.

Alastor typically went to Mimzy’s, playing gigs and indulging in some libations. Your chest always felt hollow while he was gone, any time you didn’t choose to accompany him there. Thoughts of him consumed your attention most days. He did reciprocate and gave you the time you wished for. 

While some nights he’d arrive home late in the evening about midnight or so. Other times he’d come home at the early hours of 3 or 4 in the morning, clattering around in the kitchen. You paid him little mind; it was none of your concern as it was his home to begin with.

Pondering on it, it felt like that man never slept. You had peered into his room a couple of times and it always looked the same. As though nothing ever changed, the covers on his bed perfectly straightened. Everything always looked pristine, dusted even.

Alastor had told you that you were free to use the house however you saw fit, having little regard for needing his input for you on how to live. He even invited you into his room, rendering his collection of books to your mercy. 

True to his word, Alastor expected nothing from you. Having tried to pay him some money multiple times for rent. He reluctantly took it every time, trying to quell your insistence about it, only for you to find it on your night stand the next morning.

You did offer to make dinner most nights, even when he said not to fuss over it, he still thanked you and finished his plate. Beef, pork, chicken, rabbit, or turkey; he favored the meat you would make, serving himself as minimal vegetables as possible.

Another thing you couldn’t help but do for him was the laundry, it only made sense to wash it all together, at the same time. Alastor was in no sense of the word modest, especially after your recent escapades together. 

Currently you were spending your Saturday afternoon deep in the laundry bucket filled with hot soapy water, you scrubbed and washed the clothes from the hamper. Picking up one of Alastor’s shirts you blushed as you remembered him taking you in it. He had bent you over the side of the couch, your legs struggled in the air, trying to find purchase on anything to use as leverage. Remembering the feeling of him dripping down your thigh made you clench in excitement. 

Inspecting the shirt, you saw a splattering of red. It looked like red ink or perhaps a deep red wine, but it smelled like neither. It was rich and irony and it seeped through the shirt. I wonder how that got there. I thought I had worn this last.

You crumbled the soiled item in your hands silently cursing it. It was going to take a hell of a lot of elbow grease to rid his shirt of this stain. You vowed to chew him out over it later, whatever it was, you tossed it aside, wanting to deal with it in a bit. 

After completing all the other items you had set out to launder today, you pulled Alastor’s stained shirt back in front of you. Scrubbing at the stain with your rough bristled brush, you turned to your thoughts. It didn’t take that much focus to scrub at the offending patch of red. 

Thinking back to first moving in with Alastor, everything seemed to maintain a sense of normalcy. But there was something that was chewing on the back of your mind still. Why would Alastor offer something so great in magnitude to me. Is he trying to pull something on me… or over me? Seems like you just haven’t figured it out yet. 

Finishing up your chores for the day, you decided you’ve spent enough time staring at the old four walls, you decided you wished to join Alastor at the speakeasy tonight.

He had returned from grocery shopping and was putting everything away. You walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. “Are you going out this evening?” He hummed in confirmation, “I will be, would you like to join me then?” He straightened and turned towards you. 

“Only if you’ll have me, I’d rather not disrupt any plans you might have already made.” He laughed and held a hand out towards you. “My plans only enliven when you indulge me with your presence.” You stepped towards him and held your hand out. When he embraced your hand, you pulled away and pushed him gently on his shoulder.

Your eyebrows slanting, your nose scrunched. “You need to be more careful when you’re out and about. I had to spend a good 30 minutes scrubbing a wine stain or God knows what out of your good shirt.” Your emotions elevated as you turned away from him. 

Alastor scoffed, “have you forgotten, I’m not as sloppy as you are.” You spun back towards him and smacked his hand, “your shirt begs to differ.” He laughed and took you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head, “well then I commend thee for tackling such a huge stain.”

Alastor gave you time to dress up to the nines for the night, then he whisked you away through the warm night air to the familiar building. He parted away from you immediately, going to check and set up his piano for the set he was to play. You made your way to the bar, spotting a familiar short, blonde haired woman along your way. 

“Hello Mimzy,” you greeted as you took your seat. She twisted around and gleamed a bright smile towards you. “Heya doll, it’s good to see your pretty little face around here again! I thought you might’ave holed up at your home? Or has Al not been letting you out of his?” You froze, a frown immediately forming on your face upon hearing she had learned of your recent living situation.

Mimzy let out a high-pitched laugh witnesseing your reaction. You rolled your eyes at her as she gasped for air. Looking up and flagging down the barkeep you asked for a Mary Pickford and of course, Alastor’s whiskey. “I knew it, ehh I’m not too surprised, he had helped me when I was in a bad situation a few years ago. Until he ultimately took care of the problem, that is.” Her eyes unfocused in her memory. 

“Look all I’m sayings is you’re lucky enough for him to offer whatever he has to ya. Better yet, if you can get his motor revved up…”

“If your done interrogating Florence, we shall be taking our leave now. Without your melodrama Mimzy.” Alastor appeared and raised an eyebrow at her. He held out an arm for you as he picked his drink up. You gladly accepted it, moving out of the chair and following suit with your own drink. 

Leading you to the back of the space, you two settled into a table away from the other patrons. “You really should have drug me out of the house sooner, I missed this… even the smell.” You scrunched your nose again pulling in a potent whiff of sweat, bad decisions and of course hooch. 

Alastor’s grin grew, “you’re the one insistent on all those chores, you truly shouldn't lift a finger if you don’t wish to.” He raised his glass to his lips and he closed his eyes. You hummed in resignation, perhaps, but what about when you’re not around. 

A very inebriated man with rich mocha skin had stumbled by your table. He was blubbering something unintelligible. He had a glass of clear liquid in his hand. Tripping over his feet, the glass lost its contents all over you. 

Everything became wet and cold. You shivered as you looked down at your now defiled, sticky dress. You shut your eyes to stave away the embarrassment tears that threatened to form in your eyes. The man just chuckled as he tried to form words. “Sorre there amiss dis an accident,” you put your head in your hands trying to cocoon into nothing.

You heard Alastor stand from his chair. He walked to the man, “you’re right a simple mistake it seems. I’ll get her home and cleaned up.” Helping you out of the chair, Alastor pulled you close, having no regard for his own clothes. He helped you swiftly get home. Right, other people have no sense of awareness; this was why you didn’t really leave the house. You felt anguish; Alastor tightened his arm around your waist.

A couple nights later, you decided to stay home, curled up by the fireplace, listening to the records that Alastor owned. It wasn’t too late and Alastor said he’d be home in the early hours, encouraging you not to wait up for him. 

You were beginning to close your eyes, drifting towards unconsciousness when you heard the keys jingling into the door lock. You fluttered your eyes open, twisting around on the couch towards the door, waiting. Alastor charged inside, his smooth composure on the brink of fracturing. You stood and approached him, “Alastor, are you okay?” He was grumbling something low to himself. You moved to help him out of his jacket and waited again, knowing better than trying to pry something out of him. 

His eyes scanned the living room, not looking for anything in particular. He smelled heavily of whiskey; you tried putting your hand on his chest to get him to focus on you. “Alastor, I’m here if you need me.” He looked at you, iris’ dark and small. He grumbled something else, then flipped completely almost giving you whiplash. His smile brightened then shrunk, not going away completely. It never disappeared from his face. 

“Cher, can I ask a favor from you,” he paused, waiting for a response. “Yeah, of course, let me know what I can do to help you?” He took your chin in his hand and tilted your head to the side. He descended upon your neck, invading your space. His lips grazed your skin; you sucked in a breath. Your heart was stuttering in your chest. You moved to close the space between you, rolling your head back to look at him.

Your voice was a near whisper, “I’ll do anything you need me to; I'll be anything you want me to.” He forced your head toward the side again. His voice was sultry and low, matching yours, his tongue drew a line up your neck “I need you to get overly dolled up tomorrow, wear your best perfume, don't skimp. We need him to be intoxicated by you.” 

Nodding you weren’t quite sure what Alastor meant by that. Him? Who? Why? You took a slow breath and fluttered your eyelids. He grabbed your wrist harshly and pushed your back against a wall. His lips found yours, fully engulfing them with his. His hand slid down your ass, taking a nice squeeze of it.

Your eyes widened as his other hand moved up and down your frame. “Alastor, it's kind of late for this.” He grunted and pressed his knee between your thighs lifting you up some. He closed his eyes taking in your scent of your hair. His arms encircled around your waist and he lifted you further up in his strong arms. 

He opened his eyes and they were completely blown, nothing but lust across his face, inches from yours. “Come on cher, help me out here, my arms are a little full.” he pressed soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead. 

You kept his distant gaze and reached down unbuckling his belt, unbuttoned his tight and tented slacks then coaxed the zipper down. He loosened his arms around you and helped you out of your silky night slip. It left your breasts barren, your nipples beginning to pebble from the cooler air that slipped in past the door and assaulting them. 

“That's such a good cher,” He growled as he finagled out of his pants and boxers, revealing a very engorged, throbbing, weeping member. His voice was gravely and low, “Èske koné kél twa fé mwa, cher?” you shivered as his words crept across your skin. You never did learn that language, as pretty as it sounded. He knew using it would set you off.  

Your nipples were fully erect now, his mouth traveled down to suck one into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, lapping at it lazily, then he bit gently and pulled. It popped out of his mouth as he continued the same ministrations on the other nipple. Your mouth parted at the sensations; awakening your own arousal.

A soft moan escaped betwixt your lips as you gripped into his shoulders, your nails digging into to his smooth, darkened skin. He relinquished his hold around you to maneuver his cock up to your slick folds. He lathered himself in your juices, steadying you as you wrapped your legs around his hips. He lined himself up and pushed into your hot aching core. 

His hands gripped your ass to help bounce you up, pulling his cock out and slamming you back against him, burying him once more. You wept out, “Alastor, you’re so big!” Tears stung your eyes as you held onto him. He didn't let up, “but you take me so well, cher. Nobody else has even taken me this good. That's why I can't let you go. You’re mine, forever.” 

His lips found the fleshy part of your upper arm; he bit down hard on it. Drawing blood, he savored the taste, licking slowly at the new wound. Never missing a beat, he kept bouncing you rhythmically along him. Beginning to quiver, your senses started overwhelming you. 

“Come on, cher, come undone around me, pull me in,” he was rough and in your ear. You couldn't hold it back anymore; you yelled out your body convulsed around him. Your ecstasy hits you like a freight train. All thoughts had left you, Alastor continuing his own chase, but he wasn't too far behind you. 

“To fé mwa sòt!” He yelled out, slamming you into him one last time as he exploded in you. Covering every inch of your shuddering velvety walls in his passion and adoration for you. The two of you embraced each other for a couple of moments trying to reclaim your bodies. Heavy panting and the stench of fresh sex clung to the air. 

“So, do you want a cup of coffee?” You offered trying to pull your head away from his shoulder. He smirked, “you know me too well it seems, my dear Florence.” He had set you on your feet and pulled his boxers back on. Digging in his slacks pocket, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. 

Alastor had bought you the most embellished, low cut, beautiful dress you had ever seen. Pulling it into place, you spun around in front of the mirror. There were beads and sequins and jewels that sparkled every which way in the light. It was a deep crimson color, with a square neck cut, just deep enough it stopped right before the curve of your breasts. It fell just mid-thigh in length. The back was cut out, leaving you feeling quite vulnerable.

Doing as Alastor had asked from you the previous night, you started on your makeup. Perfecting every inch of your face. Whatever he wanted you to do, you didn’t want to mess it up. You made sure to puff a few big spritzes of your lovely warm vanilla and almond perfume around your body. 

Stepping into your nicest heels, you made your way to the front door. Alastor looked you over, patting down a few hairs that had fallen out of line. “I’m going to get him tonight, even if it’s the last thing I do. You look beautiful, cher. Now let’s get going.” His smile grew warm and vibrant, taking your arm. 

Alastor had parted from you after giving you detailed instructions on what to do inside. He had sent you inside first, following in after a few minutes. It was hard to look anywhere but at him, but he was counting on you. 

The music seemed louder than normal; you gingerly took a seat at a table by yourself. Swaying your head to the cheery tune, you tried not to let your face drop. 

You focused on making yourself look small and inviting, not long after a man had stumbled up to your table. “Hey dime, looking for a fun time?” You studied his face in the low light then glanced behind him to Alastor; he nodded in confirmation. Your eyes flickered back to him, “yes actually, I was just about to leave after this song was over, would you care to join me?” The man burst out in joy, “would I ever! You’re not just some dime-store floozy, you are such a pretty young thing.”  You flinched at his sleazy words. 

He sat down next to you, his arm immediately swinging around your shoulders. “Come on doll we can neck right here, what’s the fuss?” flinching you smoothed your face and put on your best smile, “sorry I’m not one to let others watch… for free that is. We can go into the alleyway around the back. Nice and dark, no one can see us.” You leaned closer to him, putting your breasts on full display for him. 

A hearty, deep laugh erupted from his chest. “Fine, fine, you have better ideas it seems.” His hand traveled up your stomach and just below your breasts. You sucked a breath in and froze. Lead him outside, just as Alastor instructed. You snuck a kiss to the side of his jaw and shook off his arm standing out of your chair. You waved him to follow you, making your way down the hallway and out back to the alleyway. 

You shut your eyes as you put distance between you and the door.  A moment later there was a loud bang and the sound of shuffling feet towards you. “No need to be in such a hurry come on back and we can get started right here.” You grimaced, hearing his awful words. You wanted no part of that. Taking a breath for courage, you turned around and held out a hand. “Right over here, complete privacy, I promise you can do whatever you’d like to me.”

He reached out to grab your hand, but it fell short. He yelped; his hand flew to his back. You studied his face; it was the same older man that had covered you in hooch just a few days ago.

Alastor had crept behind the man in the shadows, his teeth glinting from the moon light. He had revealed his knife and drew it above his head. Slamming it down into the unsuspecting man’s back, he screamed out in pain, tinged with fright and emotions. “What the hell?” 

Alastor drew the knife back, no longer shiny from being covered in the dark crimson blood. He sliced along his spine precisely as a surgeon would be. You stepped back away from the man as he grasped out trying to steady himself. You walked around to meet Alastor as he held the knife out to you. “Would you like to do the honors, cher?” He questioned. You were hesitant but brought your hand up to meet his; he turned the knife over to you. You looked down at the blade. Your reflection was there, behind the splattering of blood that now stained the steel. 

“Go right ahead, anyway you’d like to slice him. He should have never embarrassed you, cher. Let him feel your emotions,” Alastor encouraged, circling behind you. Blinking, you moved forward, encroaching upon your sobbing victim. Alastor’s right, that embarrassment should never have happened. Alastor’s right.

A gentle smile flourished on your lips as you followed what you had witnessed Alastor had done. You brought the knife up high over your head, both hands gripping the handle. It whooshed through the air and impaled the man in the top of his shoulder. You pulled it cleanly through the side and out of his arm. Blood followed out of him, drenching the ground and staining his skin. 

You looked back at Alastor, hoping for approval. His eyes were tiny pinpricks with darkness in them, his smile was the biggest you’ve ever seen, it almost took up half his face. He had some red specklings along his arm sleeve. He nodded his head, tongue swiping over his top lip. He looked almost salivating with his stare locked onto the man. You turned back to the gravely injured man.

Behind you, you could hear dark laughter. Paying it little mind you kicked the man to the ground. Flipping him to his back, you were deciding what to do next. Blood seeped out of his wounds and into the ground; an earthy smell now mixed with iron. The scent wafted up to your nose; you scrunched it in response. 

“Alright cher, that’s enough teasing, the meat will go bad soon.” You looked back towards Alastor again and he gave a firm but delicate smile, there were still so many obscurities surrounding him. His words slipped past any recognition in your brain. 

You maneuvered the blade close to the man’s neck, and quickly pulled the blade along it in a smooth motion. Blood immediately began to gush along the cut you had made. 

“Very good, cher” Alastor cooed to you. “You handle that blade quite expertly.” Standing you felt his arms immediately wrap around your waist, his face pressed into your back. 

Looking down at the blood that was staining your hands. You felt a rush of serotonin and adrenaline throughout your body. You felt powerful, emboldened, invigorated, and, to his delight, dedication; he set this up for you. He encouraged you…. He was tainting you, and you liked it. You craved more of it. 

His lips were now caressing the shell of your ear. “Now with that being dealt with, if you tell another soul about what we’ve done here. I’ll devour your heart for my next dinner.” His eyelids lowered, and he glared at you, cold, unmoving. Your blood ran cold as ice as your own body froze. “I… I understand Alastor.” “Lovely,” he straightened up, and his lips slipped back to the bright, wide smile that was always glued there. 

He retrieved the knife from you, wiping it on the now dead man’s shirt. Alastor had dismissed you, telling you the exact route to take home. He hovered over the body contemplating something. You turned to walk out of the alleyway. A carefree smile on your lips and a song in your heart. You truly meant what you told him. How you would do absolutely anything for that man.

A/N #2

Uhm I think the only term we haven't really seen yet is

Dime - Just another term for a pretty lady

I did try to translate the Louisiana French myself so if it's completely wrong, I apologize.

Èske koné kél twa fé mwa

Do you know what you do to me?

To fé mwa sòt

You make me foolish

After getting hauled across town, Alastor stopped you in front of an older building. One you hadn’t stepped inside of in a few years. Three steps, now covered in unsightly weeds and low growing vines, led the way up to a heavy wooden door. Helping you step around the entwining green tendrils; Alastor held the door open for you. The inside was for the most part, unchanged, from the previous times you had been here. 

Many wires twisted everywhere, haphazardly; they were tangled with each other, along the floor. The air tasted just as stale as you remembered it being. Dry air quickly dried your throat as you struggled to swallow. An old worn desk standing in front of you was like an old friend. It was now grimy and had an inch of dust and smoke settled across it. On top of the layers of dirt and grime, there were crumpled papers, carelessly stacked books, and a lone phone. 

A soft smile tugged at your lips, a snort blowing air out of your nose. I’m not sure how they survived all this time like this, but I won’t question it. I’m just glad this place is still doing well after everything that has happened. But, why would Alastor bring me here, after all these years. Out of all the places, he could have taken me. He’s been pretty tightly lipped today. 

Leading you around and down the hallway, ultimately into the broadcasting room, he gestured to a chair.  “I wanted you to have a front row seat for a special broadcast today.” With that, he picked up some papers that had neat handwriting on them, from a nearby desk. Then stepping through a door and into the tiny room, the large window lets you peer inside. Residing as comfortably as you could upon the hard chair; flashes of memories flooded through your mind. Flicking through the many times you had snuck peaks through this same window wishing to just have a glance at this man who quickly infatuated you. 

A speaker started buzzing faintly next to you. Alastor’s smooth, practiced, timbered voice started transmitting through the speaker. “Hello and welcome into this very special broadcast, my lovely listeners.” The lone speaker echoed out to you, the only audience member in-house. “I have a few treats planned today, so please allow me to soothe your ears for a while.”  

A soft track began to play as Alastor shuffled his notes around, in the booth. The pleasant song slowly came to an end. “As many of you, my loyal listeners, know,” Alastor’s voice was drawing out each word. “I have had the pleasure of being married to my wonderful wife for about two and a half years now.” He tilted his head up to give you a bright smile. “Who, admittedly, sometimes must put up with much more than she originally bargained for when she first met me.” His chuckle reverberated through the room; a light-hearted feeling was left in its wake.  

“I just wanted to dedicate something special to her today.” He readjusted his glasses, peering at you again. “To remind her how hard I work, to support and cherish her. I do not work just for her though, but for all of my adoring fans as well. I truly, thoroughly enjoy what I do. Being able to bring forward news, the good and the bad, to your attention. Reflecting upon provoking thoughts with you and allowing you all a small glimpse into my life as well.” A light love song started playing, giving him some time to prepare for the next part. 

Ready for his next cue, he took a deep breath and scrunched his eyebrows together, allowing his voice to reflect a small amount of distress in it. “It’s come to my attention that police have disclosed another poor innocent body having been found. If my sources are correct, and they usually are, it seems as though this truly awful half-baked crank who often goes off the track, this deplorable wrong number, has now racked up well over 100 bodies that have bit the big one.” He paused for a beat before continuing. A smile turned dark and malevolent as he stared at you, you could almost see blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. 

“I, for one, would sure love if this loon were to receive the electric cure, that’s for sure. Terrorizing our beautiful city and causing everyone fear and panic like this.” He pulled his glasses down the bridge of his nose, his face returning to normal. Another song played through the speaker; this one was light and softer. 

“You know friends, I’m as busy as a one-arm paper-hanger with the barber’s itch trying to find new and exciting things to talk about every day. That’s why my boss has been so gracious to allow you, my adoring listeners, to start sending letters to me. I’ll gladly read just about anything on air for you. The sky’s the limit, don’t be shy and send me some love letters. Whoops! I mean fan mail!” Another hearty laugh came from him. You couldn’t help but giggle along with him, it did seem everyone in this town was attracted to this man, like a magnet.  

“Ahh, unfortunately it looks like that’s all the time I get to share today with you, my friends. I always hate to say this, but I must leave you.  Until tomorrow everyone, stay safe and tell your loved ones that you, well love them! Have a wonderful night, New Orleans!” 

The on-air sign flickered off, and another song started playing. Alastor stepped out of the booth to meet up back up with you, placing a quick kiss on your lips. Your face flushed as he pulled away, your hand shooting up, covering your lips.  

“Well come on, we can’t stay here all day!” His fingers laced through yours as turned and set off towards the front of the building. Still pretty flustered; you tried to keep up the best you could behind him. 

Alastor’s pace slowed as he crossed in front of you to open a door and held it open. Glancing around inside, it led to a jewelry store. A high-end jewelry store, one that was certainly out of his budget. “Alastor, we could never afford anything in here.” You complained quietly; he tugged on the fabric of your sleeve, pulling you closer to the viewing cases. 

A sneer formed on a tall, slender man’s face that was standing behind the cases. “I believe your kind isn’t welcome in here.” The man stared pointedly at Alastor. “I think it’ll be best for you and this chippy to leave. Now.” The words came out covered in venom.  

Alastor cleared his throat as his hand bracing himself against the glass cases, his other hand resting on his hip. “Cher, go right on ahead and pick out anything that catches your fancy.” He glared back at the man, not standing down. His jaw was set, clenched into a tight smile, almost half sinister. You looked back and forth between the two men and sighed. I know Alastor won't give this up. I better find something pretty quick then. 

Peering down at the cases where your hands rested, you studied each necklace with small scrutiny. Your face scrunched as you shifted back and forth darting over the offerings until you stilled. One particular necklace caught your eye.  

It was propped up towards the back of the case; it took in any light that dared to be next to it; a soft gleam rested on the gems' surface. There were three rounded dark onyx stones, one large rectangular, and two smaller squares. Shiny silver metal was adorned around each stone with lots of embellishments cut into it. There was even smaller peridot round gems set around the bigger stones.  

The two dark squares were set higher up on either side of the large black rectangle. A delicate, intricately cut silver piece was attached to the squares which connected them to the larger stone in the middle. All the stones were attached to a dainty silver chain.  

“Quite a beautiful choice,” Alastor murmured to you. His eyes never left the man. “I believe my beautiful wife has made her decision, my good man. Now how much do I need to settle for it, we’ll be on our way afterwards.” Alastor’s voice hardened; all traces of friendliness had disappeared, as he pulled his wallet out.  

“That one is worth quite the pretty penny; it’ll be two hundred and fifty dollars, sir. If you’re unable to pay that, you can leave now and I’ll spare you the humiliation” He jeered at Alastor. Scoffing as he opened his wallet, Alastor started pulling bills out. Grimacing, the man pulled out the necklace and reluctantly placed it on the glass, then pulled the bills towards him and inspected each one. He was perplexed but nodded and placed the necklace in a box and turned away from you. 

Picking up the box, Alastor’s other hand rested on the small of your back, guiding you out of the shop. He helped with placing the necklace around you. Warm fingers brushed against the back of your neck, sending fire through you. “What else would you like to buy today? Anything you would like, we’ll get it.” 

Perusing through a variety of shops during the whole afternoon, you needed to rest your feet and had asked to sit on a bench for a little bit. Thinking about the way he had led you around town. Patronizing almost every jewelry and dress store in the French Quarter. You nearly refused almost every offer he asked of you; you truly didn’t need anything new or fancy to be happy. Taking a glance up to Alastor’s face, he had a glint of something you couldn’t place in his eyes. 

It felt almost like he was parading you around the whole city. Your head started spinning from overstimulation. Your eyes rolled around in your head as you grew weak. Leaning onto Alastor for support, his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him. “One more stop, Cher. One more and then you can rest as long as you would like.”

Escorting you deep into the bayou; you saw it. There was a cabin with light shining through the windows, glowing through the trees. 

Upon entering, you took in the gruesome sight; there were bones everywhere. The air was heavy with the smell of decaying skin and organs. Bodies were piled about; random pieces were missing from some of the bodies, arms, legs, stomachs, ears even. A tree grew in a corner of the cabin. Reeds sprang up undisturbed through the floorboards. 

He leisurely stepped around the corpses, walking towards the back of the room. There was a wooden chair, with a live body on it. A person was squirming around trying to get out of their bonds. Their wrists were tied together beneath the chair. The chair squeaked anytime they moved. 

“How many have you brought here?” Your eyes scanned around the room, uneasiness filling the pit in your stomach. You knew Alastor reveled in some people’s demises, but you never expected it to get to this extent. “I’ve been working, Cher. For you, for us, tirelessly, like I mentioned earlier in my broadcast. And now,” he started laughing. “This is it; we will finally have them both dealt with. His accomplice should never have taken that job, and this bastard should never have touched you.”  

 Creeping closer to the back of the cabin, a sharp face filled with disdain was softly lit from the fireplace behind you. Blonde, unkempt, ruffled hair drifted through the air as his head whipped around. Sharp icy blue eyes stared up at you. Pierre. You glowered at him, feelings you thought you had tamped out of your mind, memories that still haunt you after all this time, instantly washed over you. 

You shouldn’t have been surprised. You knew. You helped with the killings; you even found a little enjoyment in them as well. But this, a whole cabin? The number he said earlier registered in your mind. One hundred? Is that true?  Unable to form the words that ran through your mind. Your blood ran cold through your body. “I finally was able to bring him here. Who knows how many other unsuspecting women he’s hurt. No more once we’re done with him.” Alastor moved to a nicer chair on the other end of the cabin, by the fireplace. 

Picking up a bottle from a small round table, Alastor took 3 large gulps from it. A fire burned in his eyes; it almost matched the one burning behind him in the fireplace. You kept your distance as he crossed to a table back towards Pierre; raising a knife from it, he turned towards you. “I know you like this as much as I do, you crazed, sick twist.” The bottle went back to his lips for a few seconds, then he put it down. 

His eyes were wild at this point, wide and jumping around on your face. “Come now, let’s put this to rest,” he almost purred. Holding his favorite knife out towards you, you nodded and swiped it from him. 

Locking onto Pierre’s eyes, you gripped the knife. Following your normal pattern; the blade pushed deep into his thigh, slowly pulling it down through the top of his leg. Gritting his teeth, he didn’t say a word. You pulled the knife out. “You bastard, you really thought we’d forget about that?” Blood oozed up to the opening of the wound then down and around his thigh, dripping onto the wooden floor. “It’s been over two years, and you still think about me, admit it. It was the best sex you ever had bitch,” he spat at you. 

Finally getting to inflict the pain to the one that completely ruined you. Returning even a fraction of the pain that was caused to you, beguiled you. You could feel a cruel smile forming on your lips as you took the knife out and started to stab at his other leg. One time, five times, seventeen times you punctured it. It will never change what happened, but it felt good.  

You huffed as your arms grew tired. You plunged the knife into his side, slicing through it took some effort. Pierre’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he gasped for air. “Can you take him to the table? I want a souvenir.” You caught Alastor off guard, his eyes widening, but he helped untie Pierre and pushed him against the table, in front of him. You pulled one of Pierre’s arms and placed it on the table. 

Alastor held Pierre’s hand out for you, flat against the table. You sliced clean through a digit. Pierre yelled, staring at the empty space where there used to be a finger. The blood squelched and splattered everywhere as it rolled across the table. You were ready for the final blow. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you stabbed him in the chest, straight through his heart. You stilled, waiting for his movements to subside. 

Not long after his eyes glazed over and any sign of life passed, Alastor dragged the body towards the center of the room, dropping it. He then lit some candles on the table, illuminating the area. There was a radio surrounded by roses and bones. A microphone sat on the ground in front of it. Alastor carefully dipped his fingers into the blood that pooled out of the fresh cadaver, then he crouched in front of the makeshift altar. He formed a large circle on the ground then drew a star in the middle of it. He knelt in the middle of the star. The blood started floating up. The radio clicked on. “I call upon you the voices of the afterlife, heed my call.”  

A soft, tantalizing voice played through the radio. Static surrounded it, but you could still hear what it had to say. “Why have you called me here human? To curse? To give? To know?” Alastor looked towards you, his eyes widening. Standing up and walking towards the fireplace, out of the ring. “I know what awaits a man like me after death. I want to make a deal with you. I want to secure my place amongst the highest demons.” 

“Wow, that’s a new one. I must say a soul like yours is unlike any I’ve ever seen, and there’s been a lot, ha ha. Oh, I can give you power, incomparable to anything you could ever imagine. The most powerful sinner in Hell, in fact. But first, you must do something for me, and until you do that. I will own your soul.” Alastor’s grin widened and he started to laugh.  

“It’s a deal.” He held his hand out. A bright flash of pink light bathed the room. You had to close your eyes and look away. His laughing turned maniacal. The light subsided, and you stared at Alastor, eyes wide, frozen in place. What did he just do? What kind of deal did he just make? You weren’t sure what just had happened. 

“It... worked... after all this time, all those attempts. It finally... worked.”  

After the buzzing electricity in the air subsided, Alastor reached out and took both sides of your face in his hands. He still had blood on his finger, and it smeared across your face. “It worked…. I can’t believe it finally worked.” He repeated, his thumbs swiped across your cheeks. 

He started laughing again, his whole frame shaking as he did. He was keyed up, his hands starting to shake as he pulled them away from you. He turned back towards the radio and clicked it off. He gripped the table where the radio sat; his head rolled down. “Everything is finally in place, Cher.” He slowly turned back to you. “Except one thing, I think you are still much too innocent for my likings.” You shook your head, “what do you mean by that? I’ve helped you; I’ve eaten with you. I must surely be as bad as you are.” 

“I need to make sure you meet me in Hell.” Your eyes grew wider as he spoke. “Yes, you need to join me, completely ruined. Just like me. I need you to crave me; nothing else should ever be able to fill that desire. Just me.” His hands moved to his tie, yanking it off and throwing it on the ground. “Alastor what are you doing? Not here, no way,” your nose scrunched in half disgust, half interest. His hands unbuttoned his shirt; it hung open and loose on his shoulders, untucking it at his waist. He then shrugged out of it. 

“This is the perfect time, a celebration of sorts,” He licked his lip as his pants fell to the ground. “I’m going to make love to my perfect, perverse wife. Right here, as a celebration of the deal.” He stepped out of his pants and boxers as he moved back to the center of the ring. Your eyes flicked around to the bodies, something awakening deep in your core. You moved closer to him, undressing along the way. 

He laid on top of the circle, spread out, waiting for you to join him. You could see some of the blood sticking to his skin where the two met on the ground. You placed your legs on either side of him, sitting on his pelvic bone. Your legs bent, unsteady, as you tried to balance on the balls of your feet. 

Leaning down your lips met his. A hunger overwhelmed him as he ravaged you, kissing you deeply. Almost like you’ve never kissed before. Your head began to spin as his fingers ran lightly up and down your sides. Your own hands braced on his strong chest.  

You could feel yourself starting to drip onto him, grinding against him looking for friction. One of his hands skimmed over your skin, making it way up to your breast. He cupped his hand around it and squeezed gently. You arched your back towards him. A sigh escaped your lips. His thumb swiped over your nipple, causing it to harden. 

That awakened him, you could feel him rise and smack against your ass. This time he groaned, as his hands met your hips. Trying to pick you up, you let him, pushing you back a little to hover over his glistening member. His head rolled back against the floor, his own agony of needing you took over.  

It was something you would never tire of, the way he roused your carnal desires. It was something you could never give up. The sensations he created that ran through your body from head to toe were addicting. It was something that kept pulling you back to him. Lowering to meet his weeping tip your cunt kissed it, you clenched anticipating him.  

You easily slid him into you, quickly filling and pushing against all of your walls. Your fingers dug into his arms, your own head rolling back as you settled onto him. You drew another groan from under you. “You are astonishedly beautiful, I can’t believe you’ll be mine. Forever.” Your legs pushed up and you slid back down him. Your pace was slow, but it seemed to fill him with pure bliss.  

His hips suddenly jerked up into you, lifting you and slamming you down against his hips on your way down. You bit your lip, tears formed in your eyes as your thighs and calfs started to burn from overexertion. His hand left your hip and his thumb brushed against your clit. “Are you getting tired, Cher? Allow me, then.” He flipped you to your back; your hips elevated; legs wrapped around him. His pace was much quicker, his thumb still rubbing on your clit, drawing lazy circles around it. 

Your hand grazed across the ground, blood coating your fingers. You flexed your hand against his chest, dark blood sticking to him as he worked inside of you. You trailed it down to his stomach. It was enrapturing, seeing the sanguine reflect off his skin. He watched as you spread the blood across him.  

“Come together with me you debauched thing” his voice was growing gravelly, his brows scrunched and eyes closed. You clawed at the floor trying to find anything to grip onto. His hips were slamming into yours, making you jiggle around on the floor. Your eyes stung again, this time it was too much and they spilled with tears. He was inching you closer to your apex, and you could tell he was painfully close to his own. 

Three more thrusts were all it took; he growled and released his seed deep inside of you. Filling every nook you had. You were gasping as ecstasy washed over you; your body tingled, and every thought you had was pushed out of your mind. Clenching around him, trying to pull every drop out of him, your breath was heavy and uneven. Your limbs gave out, strewn out at your sides.  

Alastor gave one more out of breath laugh, as he pulled back and out of you. He hovered over you and kissed your cheek, “well, we should probably return home now and clean up, shouldn’t we?” 

A/N #2

Here are some 1920's-30's term and phrase definitions if you don't know them

1. Half-Baked - Simple minded

2. Crank -A person with a mental twist

3. Off the Track - This person becomes insanely violent when they go off the track

4. Wrong Number - Not a good fellow; dangerous person

5. Bit The Big One - Death

6. electric cure - Electrocution

7. busy as a one-arm paper-hanger with the barber’s itch - Very busy

8. Twist - Woman

Glancing around, your senses sluggishly came back to you. Breath catching in your dry throat; your clothes were quickly re-placed upon your body once again. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath through your nose, trying to steady yourself.  The calm ambiance around you smelled of musty earth and trees. 

The air was hot and muggy with humidity, causing your dirty clothes to stick against your skin. There was a light breeze that drifted past you, your hair gently flowing along in it. In the distance, there was a soft croaking from a bullfrog that filled the night; the sound of cicadas buzzing rhythmically, surrounds you. 

Soaking up the aftermath of what you had experienced, you had no words. Every feeling hits you simultaneously: anger, denial, lust, happiness, soberness, euphoria. What has become of you? You endured trauma and pain and that was a lot to handle, but is that enough to justify killing someone? Who were you to judge and execute him?  

You fluttered your eyes open to look at Alastor; he remained unfazed. Eyes relaxed, his smile unstrained, looking just as easy as if he were currently in the broadcasting booth. Even if this might be his second time helping you kill someone, it didn’t appear to affect him at all, seeming almost indifferent about the whole ordeal. 

Deft fingers made smooth work of his own clothes; he looked unaltered. They sat perfectly creased, like they never were ruffled in the first place, save for perhaps walking about. His gaze was fixed upon the body. His laugh brought an encroaching heavy aura, filled with enormity. A chill ran down your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck rose, standing on end.  

The scene has already fully played out here; a certain demise brought a person to a grim end. Yet, Alastor looks as if he wasn’t done, like he has more plans afoot. Retrieving the knife that had previously been disregarded, he was soon crouched down over the body. The glow from the lantern was bright, lighting the body and the front of Alastor up. 

The fingers he used to dress himself were now somehow even more graceful, starting to undress the lifeless, encrimsoned body. “Alastor what the hell are you doing?” Appalled, though not by much admittedly. It surely wasn’t enough to stop you from taking a couple steps towards him, trying to get a better view of what he could possibly be doing on the ground.  

His eyes were slitted as they roamed over the stilled body. His tongue darted over his bottom lip. A hunger appeared in his eyes; it was quite different than any look he had given you before. Crossing in front of him, you knelt on the other side of the corpse. “This is my favorite part, Cher.” The knife was resting in his hand as he focused down on the motionless, stripped man.  

His right hand flayed out against the skin right over the stomach. Testing the elasticity, Alastor eased pressure into the skin, watching as it dips slightly under the grooves his fingertips made. He hummed in satisfaction; with his left hand he placed the tip of the knife just above his other hand. He delved into the skin, in the middle of the torso. He pulled the knife towards himself with ease, slicing cleanly through the skin.  

A sharp metallic smell assaulted your nose; it caused you to crinkle it. He pulled it straight through and out the side of the body. There was a wet sloshing sound; dark carmine liquid began to pour out of the new opening. He placed the knife back in the center again. This time the sharp edge of the blade faced you. “If you would be so kind?”  

You locked onto his sinister eyes, your brows furrowing. Why dismember the body? He's already dead, isn't he? Afraid of upsetting Alastor, you gripped the knife, sucking in a sharp breath; you mimicked what you just watched, pulling the knife towards your body. The blade eased through and out the side of the cadaver. Lifting the blade, blood slowly dripped from it. Splashing out onto the cold skin beneath you, while offering it back out for Alastor. 

Lithe fingers wrapped around the knife handle again; he positioned it in the side of the chest he was on. Pulling the knife along the side slicing just enough to pull the skin away from the innards. Blood had begun to flow out of the torso, pooling onto the earth below, outlining the body. You didn’t know when it would stop; the amount of blood you had seen tonight was almost losing its shock value at this rate.  

He began working away at the muscles in the chest, fileting what looked like steaks. The way they were sliced stood out to you, I’ve seen meat that looked like that before, but from where? He laid them in the shirt he had appropriated from the man. He finished butchering 4 large pieces of meat, and the heart, from the torso.  

Progressing down to the leg, he carved a large piece that was reminiscent of a roast, off. Placing it with the other pieces, he tied everything up neatly within the bloodstained shirt. “That should do for now, we were getting rather low on meat.” Looking at the soaked, carnal filled shirt on the ground, your eyes grew as you apprehended his words.  

“You don’t mean… you…. I… what?” A deep laugh bellowed from his chest. “You would think I’d let all this delicious meat go to waste? It’s free! Besides, how did you think I stayed so well stocked at home? I truly can’t pay for a thing as luxurious such as this, all the time.” 

Ruffling through the pants' pockets, Alastor pulled out a wallet, proceeding to tuck away any money he could find. He searched on each of the stiffened fingers, then dropped the hand back down with an unsatisfying small tap. 

“Time to go, unless you also would like to become alligator food.” Straightening up, he placed the knife back into his jacket pocket and offered a hand to help you up. 

Brushing the skirt of your dress off the best you could, you followed Alastor out of the Bayou. Glancing over your shoulder one last time, where carnage and indiscretion took place. Somewhere, you hopefully never want to find yourself again. 

Returning home, Alastor had placed the bundle on the coffee table; something grabbed his attention. Tentatively, stepping behind him, you scrutinized the darkly stained shirt, filled with pieces from a torso, and thigh. Thinking back on it, you were rather familiar with how the butchering looked. They reminded you of the steaks you had made for dinner a little while back.  

Alastor placed a record on the player then took the offending clothing piece away to the kitchen. You followed him in, wondering what he would do with it. Gathering some parchment paper, he wrapped each piece individually then placed them in the ice box. It seemed he had left a smaller cut behind.  

Slicing it in two, he clutched one piece, holding it up to his lips. His tongue washed over it, as if… savoring it? He closed his eyes and placed it into his mouth. He hummed in satisfaction. Opening his eyes, he motioned for you to join him, closer. “Gouçila vayan lavyann. I want you to try this.”  

You were reluctant, your heavy feet slowly making the effort to cross to him. Your desire to please him outweighs your own abhorrence to the whole situation. You knew what was coming next, but you were unsure if you could stomach it. 

Your face twisted into a deep-set frown. Your heart sets off into a racing speed; the thought alone started to make your stomach churn. The taste of regurgitated dinner and bile crept up the back of your throat. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, biting it, as you finally made it to Alastor. His smile unnervingly grew as you drew near to him. You could see a small staining of blood in the corner of his lips.  

“Ah come on, it’s just like any other meat you have cooked. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve consumed it. Enjoying it fresh like this though, that is the best way to relish it, Cher.” Slowly drawing out his pet name for you. Now, on the brink of trembling, your bewildered mind was unable to understand what was happening. Staring into his eyes, they were cold, distant, with no trace of warmth ever seeming to have touched them. His arms snaked around you, trapping you against his warm, rigid body. “Ahh there’s my. Beautiful. Magnificent. Charming. Wife” He placed gentle kisses around your face, in between each word. 

“Now let’s get you a taste of this wonderful meat.” He reached behind you to pick up the second half of the meat. Bringing it around you, his hand stopped just before your lips. “You won’t think anything of it, now open for me.” Reassurance and tenderness dripped out of his mouth. Swallowing hard, you had one last thought of defiance left in you. Trying to think of a way to separate from him. Slowly though, steadfastness flooded through you, your body losing the fight against his words. 

He was firm now, with no room for arguments or obstinacy. “Open,” was all he had to say, your mouth obeying the command. It was his turn to swallow now, Adam’s apple bobbing as he guided the small piece of meat into your mouth. He placed it on your tongue and waited for a reaction.  

Closing your mouth, it squished against the top of your mouth; your brows furrowed. Ichor oozed out and down the back of your throat. It wasn’t as offending as you thought it would be. Pulling it to the side of your mouth, you began chewing it. Your teeth easily rip the muscle apart, making quick work of the piece. It was gone just as fast as it was deposited into your mouth; you swallowed the masticated bits. I can’t believe I did that. Why didn’t I vomit it out? That... wasn’t as putrid as I thought it would be. How much flesh have I consumed during my time with Alastor then?  

To say you were unnerved was an understatement. A thought of enjoyment flashed through your mind as quickly as your heart was beating in your ears. Your face softened slowly, eyes half lidded, a light, tight smile forming. You couldn't help it, the way the muscle made you tingle everywhere it was or had been, your gums, your throat, all the way to your stomach.  

Perhaps it was because you knew what it was. Perhaps it was because of who it was or where it came from. At this point, it no longer mattered. It was gratifying; you were healing. You had pleased Alastor, and half of your problem was now taken care of.  

Having zoned out, you didn't realize that Alastor had taken you two into the sitting room, where the record player was. A slow song was playing as he held you close, swaying back and forth. You rested your head against his chest. The warmth of the hearth touched your face.  

“What did you think of it Cher? Was it as awful as you thought it’d be? Or was I right and that was one of the better things you’ve ever savored upon?” Your head didn't move, your arms trying to draw him closer. “I would eat it again, for you.” Trying to keep your voice steady, a laugh rumbled through his chest. “Ahh, but that wasn’t my question now, was it?” 

He pulled away from you, forcing you to lock eyes with him. Sheepishly looking up at him you nodded, “I… it brought me a little comfort, knowing he received his earned bitter end, permanently.” Feeling his chest rumble again, his eyes turned dark. “Certainly, a tragic end for him indeed, I wonder how long it will take for the news outlets to report on him.” 

Nodding your head your eyes glanced to the side, “besides… it was tender and easy to chew.”  His nose and mouth rested atop your head, in your hair. “Ahh yes, and that's without having it cooked or seasoned! Imagine the endless opportunities you could do with such magnificent flesh.”  

Does he enjoy talking about deaths like this on the air? Just how twisted is this man? What have I entangled myself in? Has… has he killed others? Are there more than just two victims?  

His arm snaked around you, his other hand taking yours into his. Reacting, your own hand rested on his shoulder. He started leading you, circling around the sitting room, the soft staticky music filling the now quiet air between you. Crackling from the fire followed your every move. “I couldn't have chosen a more beautiful woman to soon call as my wife,” your face started to flush.  

“We’ll get him, that bastard. The one that truly victimized and exploited you. My fun here will never end; there will never be enough entertainment to satisfy my joy. If some men just happen to be a scourge to this city, so be it.” 

Two years have passed by both of you. Now “officially” married, or as official as it could be with a mixed couple in love. Alastor had secured his place as the top radio host in all of Crescent City. His faithful audience significantly boosted his hubris, knowing how he was the talk of the town. 

It seemed that nearly everyone who was anyone tuned in. A large demand surged as people listened to his enticing, almost provocative voice. With his honey-tongued words enchanting anyone who listened to his segments. His eloquent way of speaking hid himself and the countless skeletons he had skinned, from getting loose.  

But you knew better of the insidious, corrupting, and deceitful things he has said, what exactly he had done. He has a gift of unending charisma and is able to enchant just about anyone who listens to him. It is his greatest weapon, and when that didn't work, you did. Helping to lure his next target to their tragic end. 

And despite everything, you loved it. You loved your husband, you loved your shared hobby, you loved the food he provided for you. It made you feel complete, like every puzzle piece of your life was finally snapping into place. 

But there was still one thing gnawing at the back of your mind. Something neither of you have been able to put to rest, not yet. Something that sent you reeling anytime you were without Alastor for too long. Dark memories flooded back to you, just as intense as that night was. An atrocious nightmare you just couldn’t get rid of. 

Having the radio turned on helped, but not by much. Trying to focus on Alastor’s relaxed, sultry voice snapped you back to the present. How you were starting dinner, knowing Alastor would be home not too long after his segment was over. 

You shook your head, forcing anything that wasn’t your husband, out of it. Slicing through onions, garlic, and potatoes, you set them aside. Out of the ice box, you pulled some ground meat and an egg out. Placing the meat, cracked egg, onions, garlic, some salt and pepper, a couple of dashes of Worcestershire sauce, and some breadcrumbs in a bowl you mix it all together by hand. Pulling it out into a baking sheet, you formed it into a loaf and placed it inside the heated oven.  

Glancing at the clock, you still had lots of time by yourself. Making your way to your bedroom to change out of your chore dress, you stopped at Alastor’s office door. Since your marriage, it only made sense to combine your bedrooms. This left an empty space for him to fill with things to help him research topics for segments at work.  

Twisting the handle, you opened the door; you were hit immediately by his smell. A mix of old cigarette smoke, deep sandalwood, and a light peppermint on top. His desk was a mess of papers scattered every which way. The tall bookshelves were disorganized, some books in stacks, some book spines upside down on the shelves. You hadn’t stepped into his office in months; you had no need to. 

Moving closer to the desk, you wanted to see what he was currently studying. Multiple handwritten papers were strewn across it. You picked one up. The script was near illegible, but you could make out a small passage. 

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓎. 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒, 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜: 𝓓𝓞 𝓝𝓞𝓣 𝓤𝓟𝓢𝓔𝓣 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓢𝓟𝓘𝓡𝓘𝓣. 𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒾𝓈𝑒, 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃, 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈… 

You picked up another piece of paper. This one was much neater; the script flowed effortlessly. You have a lot of experience reading this script.  

It has been ninety-three days without any success. This is starting to become tiresome, even Florence can't keep up with my extracurriculars anymore. If I put in just a little more effort, be a little more diligent, I know I will contact a spirit soon. I need more power, not just here. I will not be a lowly nobody in the next life, as well. I need to find him… 

You placed the paper back on the desk and took one last look around. What is Alastor doing? Spirits? Has he really been enjoying others' company that much? It does seem we've been out almost every night for the last couple of weeks. Should I ask him about this? 

The front door creaked open, and Alastor called out to you. You hurried out of the office and to the bedroom like you originally intended. Changing into a nicer dress, you made your way back to the kitchen to check on the meatloaf. It was pretty close to done. Slathering a ketchup mixture on top, you scoot it back into the oven. Boiling the sliced potatoes, you then drain them and place them into a bowl. Adding milk and butter you mashed and mixed them into a fairly smooth consistency; you then set the bowl on the table.  

Alastor walked around the corner, necktie in hand. “Hard at work as always, it seems. An immaculate house, wonderful food on the table, who are you trying to impress?” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your backside close to him. He placed kisses all over your head. “Or are you trying to butter me up? Slip me a Mickey Finn and leave me?” He squeezed tight, air harshly pressed out of your lungs. 

“No, you would never. My sweet, innocent wife. Would you?” Stretching around, he kissed your cheek. You tried straining away from him, outmatched in his unmoving arms, “Alastor, the meatloaf will burn if you keep this nonsense up.”  

Your voice stern after regaining your composure back. “Silly me, let me help you with it then.” Untangling from you and using a towel, he opened the oven, out wafted a pleasant, and savory aroma that filled the air, as the heat escaped. Stepping to the table, he set the pan on a hot pad. 

Dinner was pretty uneventful; Alastor talked about Mr. Dugas’ latest investor, since Pierre had taken a rather sudden vacation. A wicked smile forming on his lips, he was pushing his food around on his plate. He didn’t eat too much of the dinner you prepared today; I wonder if he had spoiled his dinner.  

After cleaning dinner up, all you wanted was to retire to bed. The current book you were in the middle of reading sounded nice to relax with. Following you to the bedroom, Alastor called out for your attention.  

Spinning around, Alastor pulled you close to him, his leg slotting between your thighs. His untucked shirt was now half buttoned, belt dangling open. Your hands settled against his bare chest; fingers flayed out. His warm breath emanated across your face as he admired you.  

“I’m going to ravish you; I am so proud of the progress you’ve made. You are becoming quite the killer.” His body responded to his words and a light pressure could be felt pressing into your thigh.  

His hands gently pushed the straps of your dress over your shoulders. Trailing them down your sides as the dress slipped off your body. 

Sensually, he placed slow kisses down along your neck and followed along your collarbone. Tenderly, the backs of his fingers swept across your stomach as he gripped onto your hips. They tugged on your panties, releasing their hold from along your hips; quickly piling into the dress below you. 

Guiding you backwards, the bed frame nudged against the backs of your legs. Your breath sharply caught in your chest.  

Moving your hips to rest against the quilt, he parted your legs once more. This time his head slotted between them. Kneeling, he kissed up one inner thigh, across your starved lips, and down to the other inner thigh. His nose softly grazed along your skin the whole way. Your head fell back, lost in the sensations that he left behind. Soft whines asking for more filled the air between you two. 

Needing more access, Alastor leaned you back onto the bed and pulled your ass down to the edge. He stopped for a moment, looking down at your cunt, admiring it. His tongue slowly rolled over his bottom lip. Seductively, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he leaned closer to your center. Your fingers entangled in his soft, curly hair, trying to pull him closer.  

His tongue was flat and warm as it caressed you all the way up your heated core and over your delicate pearl. You squirmed under his touch, another long swipe, then he lifted your legs over his shoulders. His lips parted yours, tongue darting out and dipping inside you. You tried to clench around him, looking for friction. He lapped at your arousal, trying to drink in as much of you as he could. 

Alastor’s hands roamed over your body, dancing along your breasts. Squeezing your nipples, it sent a shudder down your spine and caused your back to arch off the bed. His tongue, swiping left then right, against your sensitive bundle of nerve, repeatedly.  

“Ahh, Alastor!” Yelping out, almost as a warning. But he didn’t heed your words; moans escaped your lips. The delicate sounds you made encouraged him. Your eyes rolled to the side as you focused on the stimulation.  

Sweat began to bead in your brow. His unrelenting tongue swirling around your clit. Butterflies were fleeting, trying to escape your torso, between his touch on your breasts and tongue assaulting your bud. Your pulse was pounding in your ears. “That’s it, I want to hear your magnificent screams. Give me everything you’ve got.” 

Slowing his circling, he sucked your clit into his mouth. Setting a slow rhythm, he gently tugged his head back, sucking harder with every stroke. Your hands pulled this way and that in his hair, riding his face, pushing and pulling with him. “Mmph! I can’t hold on if you’re doing that!” He released his grip on you, his mouth against your entrance, eyes closed. “Alòr kité désann mô joli flœr.” 

Trying to push against him, looking for friction again, his tongue darted back out. Sweeping over your swollen clit. Tremoring, and close to the edge you moaned his name; breathing almost optional at this point. Attentive to your body’s response, he delved two fingers between your folds. Already glossed with your arousal and his spit; they slid in easily and set a brutal pace as he swiped over your spongey spot. “Vyin pou mó. Mô piti fè kado lamòr.” 

As soon as his last word had passed his lips, you screamed. Pleasure, euphoria, and ecstasy rip through you. Your body convulses hard, locking his fingers inside you, into place. Your mind was clear, no thoughts to be found, your hands pulling this way and that in his hair. You repeated his name, like a prayer, like if you didn’t, you’d be cursed to your own death. It rolled off your tongue, breathy, light, as you drifted back down to Earth.  

Suddenly being pulled, you rolled into his chest. Riding the last of your high out, shaking violently. You were sputtering with tears flowing down your cheeks, to say it was one of your better orgasms would be an understatement.  

Letting you settle into him, his hands never rested, roving up your side and across your back. “Mô joli flœr, Cher.” Your head tilted back so you could see him. A lax smiled pulled at the corners of your lips; your eyes half lidded, just soaking up the ecstasy he left you with.  

After a couple of minutes to calm yourself, Alastor shifted under you, standing to the side out of bed. He unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and threw it to the floor. Wiggling out of his trousers and boxers, he was then kneeling by your legs. He urged you up with your hips again, trying to spin you around. Facing away from him and getting on all fours, you backed into him.  

Grinding against him he gave a low chuckle, “Alright, I’m just as eager Cher.” Two fingers slipped over your clit and plunged back into your tight hole. Satisfied with how wet you still were, he pulled his fingers out, licked them clean, then gripped your hip. Adjusting to hover just outside of you, he lined himself up.  

He took a fistful of your hair and pushed your head and chest down into the bed. His other hand was positioning your hips higher and spreading your legs apart so he could fill the space between them. He pushed his way into you, throbbing, looking for any friction; he pulled back.  

He slammed into you, forcibly colliding against your ass, making a sharp smacking sound. Pulling all the way out this time, he slid his tip across your clit, through your folds and ended up at your asshole. He circled lightly around the clenching muscle; the sensation shoots electricity through you. You tried to pull away, but his grip on your hip was overpowering; you couldn’t move away from his looming threat. 

Low laughter came from behind you, he quickly lowered his dick and pushed into your cunt again, this time setting a smooth, powerful pace. Gripping onto the sheets, you started moaning out again. His sizable cock filled every inch inside of you, pressing up against your cervix, the pressure was almost overwhelming. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes; breath once again leaving your lungs; they struggled to fill fully again. His hand in your hair made sure you couldn’t move an inch. 

Rough grunting surrounded you as his pace picked up. “Cher, get your high again, I won’t be able to last too much longer.” Relinquishing the sheets from your hand, you snaked your way to underneath yourself. Fingers sliding through the folds surrounding your clit. You clenched around him, causing him to groan. He released your hair and placed both hands on your hips, helping him easily slip in and out of you.  

Your fingers teased your clit, slipping over it gently. Tightening around him as he drove into you, hitting a spot that made you see stars. His name is a plea tumbling out of your mouth. It wasn’t long before you were on the edge again, your fingers rapidly taking you over the apex. Your cunt pulsated around him, eager for him to join you, and for him to give you his reward. A couple more pumps into you, and he stilled, hips against your ass. He spilled his sticky seed deep inside of you. 

Your breath was labored as you collapsed fully onto the bed, freeing yourself from him. Alastor gently buckled beside you, pulling you close into his chest. He was half groggy, “Well, I have a very big day planned for tomorrow, so make sure you get plenty of rest.” He quickly passed out, his own breathing evening out after drifting out of consciousness. Slipping out of bed, it creaked as you stood up. You made your way to the bathroom to clean up and return to bed. Resettled into his arms, closer than before you slipped into your own deep, restful sleep. 

Ruffling of sheets awoke you from your sleep; your hair was splayed out around you on the pillow. You rolled to your side, arms reaching out. Searching for something warm, nothing was to be found. A frown formed on your lips as you opened your eyes. Focusing on the dresser, there was a figure in front of it. Alastor was moving about, quietly humming to himself. Already in his slacks and undershirt, he was checking his face in the mirror.  

You sat up and yawned, stretching your arms out. “Good morning, you should start getting ready.” Digging for a clean shirt, he turned towards you. “Something extra nice today, okay?” He added; standing up, you nodded and started to get ready. What could he possibly have us do today? Pulling a velvet red dress from the closet, you easily slip into it. It had thin straps with rhinestones over the shoulders. It loosely hung around your chest; rippling ruffles ran horizontally across your stomach. The skirt cascaded down around your legs. Leaving the bedroom, you followed Alastor to the front door, unsure of what today would bring the two of you. 

A/N #2

I only used one 1920's phrase this time

Micky Finn

A strong hypnotic or barbiturate put secretly into a drink. (The original roofie!)

Here are the translations. I know one doesn't translate too well but it's close enough for my usage.

Gouçila vayan lavyann. 

Taste this excellent meat 

Alòr kité désann mô joli flœr. 

Then let go(get off) my beautiful flower. 

Vyin pou mó. Mô piti fè kado a lamòr. 

Come for me. My little give(as a gift) of death. 

Mô joli flœr. 

My beautiful flower. 

For anybody that might have a hard time reading the letter part here is it in normal font.

The summoning of a spirit isn't easy. One must be prepared to try for contact multiple times a day. Once contact is made, a deal is sure to follow. And whatever you do, DO NOT UPSET THE SPIRIT. Otherwise, a deal can quickly turn into a curse. Though not common, spirits have been said to look for certain humans… 

It has been ninety-three days without any success. This is starting to become tiresome, even Florence can't keep up with my extracurriculars anymore. If I put in just a little more effort, be a little more diligent, I know I will contact a spirit soon. I need more power, not just here. I will not be a lowly nobody in the next life, as well. I need to find him… 

Months have passed since that dreadful night. Since then, you have found comfort and healing through gardening. Currently tending to a little bed of native flowers, which Alastor had helped you pick out, at the back of the house. You enjoy watching the butterflies, dragonflies and bees flutter and bumble about.

Some plants were starting to bloom, vivid orange jewelweeds, thriving yellow and black plains coreopsis, and lush purplish bush clovers, among them. Alastor had gifted you two magnolia saplings, assisting you with planting them towards the back of the property, indulging you with your new past-time.

Humming away, you were entranced, peaceful for a short while, weeding your plants. Removing ugly growths that didn’t belong brings a sense of serenity to you. Knowing you could uproot all the unwanted, pestilent, unappealing sprouts gave you a sense of control. You were able to help keep the desirable, lovely blooms unharmed, and thriving.

The sun sweltered straight above you. The large, brimmed hat you wore helped to protect a lot of your exposed skin from the hot rays; you’ve got to be careful and keep moving though. The wind picked up and whipped by your ears every so often. Alastor called out the back door to you.

His appearance had changed over the last couple of weeks, becoming more disheveled. His normally soft, tamed curls had become overgrown and was weighed down from their current length. They ended up covering his eyes, resulting in him needing to push them away every so often. He took on almost a boyish appearance, with the long, unkempt hair.

His normal calm and collected demeanor seemed to have taken on a certain crassness; his eyes had something akin to ferocity in them. Words that usually came with a good-natured joking manner, now had a bit more of a bite to them. You had flinched at some of his responses to simple questions you’ve received in the last couple of days.

You placed your trowel in your bucket and gathered yourself up from the ground. Your old chore dress had become stained, between the green chlorophyll and the dark, soft earth that had been ground into it. You walked up to the back door and opened it, “Were you needing me,  Alastor?” You crossed inside, closing the door behind you only to stop in your tracks.

Alastor immediately grabbed your wrist, making you yelp in confusion. He pulled you into his solid chest, his arms vining around your body. He leaned down, his lips just below your earlobe. He had stopped shaving; his top lip had grown just enough hair to form a small mustache. His chin tickled against your cheek; straggly whiskers danced across your skin.

“Yes, I was, I wanted to ask you, why don’t we go on a date tonight. I know I haven’t been giving you the time or affection you certainly deserve.” His fingers slid up your back and then he drummed them once when he reached the top of your shoulders. “I wish to revivify what we together, once had.” His tone was too pleasant, this was nothing like how he'd been acting the past week. He pushed you back to his arm's length and gave a radiant smile.

“Why don’t you go into town and get yourself a tantalizing, extravagant new dress for the occasion?” You knew it wasn’t a question, but more of a demand. Seeing him smile like that. You knew it was empty, it put you on edge. But you warily nodded and gave a small smile back.

“Alright, I shall go now.” You tried to remain unbothered by his tone. “How delightful, I will wait for your return then.” He slipped some bills into your clutch then handed it over. “Yes indeedy, something extra grandiose. We’ll have a splendid time out, you and me.”

Along your way you looked down and tried brushing some extra dirt off your chore dress. Perhaps I should have changed first. You shrugged off the thought, just pick out a dress and return home, I certainly don’t want to cross Alastor, especially now, if he’s going to remember our relation? ...ship. Right you still weren’t anything in his eyes.

Sighing, you looked back up and noticed you had arrived at an upscale, luxury dress shop, ‘LeBlanc & Co’. Opening the door, the little bell chimed signaling your arrival. Stepping to the side quickly, you were hoping to duck out of the attendant’s sight and to find something suitable rather quickly.

Browsing the small racks, you came across a mannequin that was modeling an almost floor-length dress. The yellow silken fabric had a black polka dotted pattern on it. It was cut in a classic slimmed hourglass shape that tapered toward the ankles. Picking up the top ruffles, you noticed it was a shawl. The dress had thin spaghetti straps. There were decorative tulle black flowers that were adorned across the neckline.

Approaching the counter, you waved at the attendant, giving a soft smile. “Were you needing something?” The middle-aged woman sounded like you were inconveniencing her, rolling her eyes as she huffed in your direction. “Yes actually, I would like the yellow with black polka dots dress please.” She raised an eyebrow and walked to the mannequin, “this one? You know it's worth a pretty penny, right?  Are you sure you could afford this one?” She looked at you up and down, the chore dress clearly sticking out like a sore thumb in such a high-end place.

“That’s the one I would like, and I won’t leave without it,” you stood your ground. Undressing the mannequin, the scowling attendant hung the dress on a hanger and placed it onto a rack beside the counter. She then dramatically placed a paper cover over it. She started punching some numbers in on her register.

“If you’re going to be this insistent about it, then it will cost you thirty dollars. Unless you can’t pay, then I would suggest leaving now.” Opening your clutch, your smile grew, looking at the amount of money Alastor had given you. Pulling out way too many bills, you flaunted them around as you counted out exact change and placed it on the counter.

The woman had turned sugary sweet while picking up the money, a bright smile was now gracing her lips. “Can I help you find anything else today, hun? Certainly you must need a new hat or heels to go with this gorgeous dress you've picked out, today! I can recommend some great accessories as well!”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. You stuck the rest of your money back into your clutch. Then, picking up the dress from the rack you had turned towards the entrance, “Thank you for your patronage, we would love to dress you again!” she called out, kindly, to you. “No thank you, I won’t ever be back again.” You retorted rather loudly over your shoulder, as you walked out the door.

After returning from the dress shop, you carried your new dress to your bedroom. As you passed by the bathroom, you spotted Alastor in front of the mirror. He had managed to style his hair back out of his face, looking halfway decent now. His white shirt was crumpled along the bottom; he tried straightening it out with his hands to no avail. Pulling a pair of cufflinks from his pocket, he fastened them to the fabric around his wrists. “Did you procure a nice dress?”

“I did, but I almost wasn’t able to purchase it. Evidently, you can only be a customer at LeBlanc’s if you’re already spruced up. Once the attendant saw I was able to buy much more than a single dress, she tried helping me so graciously after.” His head peeked around the door frame as you passed. “And you still patronized that place?” The hair along on his lip bounced around as he scoffed. Paying him no mind, you continued on your way, placing the dress on your bed.

After some time, you were ready; the silky dress flowed down your curves and embellished your figure. The little shawl tied around your shoulders flowed easily as you walked to the sitting room. Alastor was cross-legged in the upright chair; he was flicking through today’s paper. “Alright, I’m ready when you are.” Smoothing your dress down one more time in the back, you gave him a gleeful smile. Folding and setting down the paper, Alastor stood tall.

His attire was immaculate; the creases that were plaguing the front of his shirt were gone. His hair was now orderly, up atop his head where it should be, not down and covering his eyes. His tie was perfectly knotted. The small mustache was gone, the skin was smooth around his mouth; he was clean shaven again. You almost had to double take with how different he looked from just a little bit ago.

Striding easily along the sidewalk, you had your arm tucked into his. The soft glow of the streetlamps led you to an upscale restaurant. It had been at least six months since you had gone anywhere for dinner, this nice, especially.

During the previous months, you more or less fell by the wayside. He was there trying to console you in the beginning. He tried to buy you things, rings, necklaces, perfumes anything you would have liked before desolation took ahold of you. You spent almost every waking hour in your bed, unable to move, hidden under the covers. He cooked almost every meal for you, helped you to the bathroom, bathed you. He was helpful the first month, perhaps a month and a half.

But as days turned into weeks and weeks to months, Alastor seemed to start staying out longer, and more often would he leave during the nighttime. Almost never home in the mornings or even evenings at some points. You had a formidable time trying to patch yourself back together without him around. He tried to assure you multiple times his absence was not from what happened, it was slowly becoming more difficult to believe that, though.

Settling into your seat at the table, it almost looked like his eyes were glowing while he stared at you. Deep coffee-colored eyes followed your every fidgety movement. Your eyes zoned out while you ran a finger over your nailbeds, a self-soothing ritual. Should I be worried, he looks like he was before... before that night. Before he found me. Would he want something from me now? After all of this time?

You were pulled out of your thoughts by rhythmic tapping. You blinked, refocusing your eyes trying to find the source. Looking down, you noticed it was his long slender fingers that were producing the sound, drumming against the table. Opening his mouth to break the silence, the waiter came over to take your orders. Alastor had clenched his jaw. He soon relaxed after the waiter had left the table, with your orders.

Reaching out across the table and taking your hand. “I have been meaning to tell you this for a long time.” You froze, eyes widening, is this a proposal? I hope not, I don't think I have the strength for that.

Your eyebrows knitting together, your heart thumping in your ears, “Mimzy says she's been missing seeing your face around… hun.” He let out a light chuckle at your reaction. Your knit brows turned into scornful ones.

He gently squeezed your hand to regain your attention. “That’s partially true, she has been asking about you every time I get the chance to see her. But I do have something else to tell you. I just wanted to apologize for leaving you. For you to figure out how to repair yourself, on your own, without me.”

He paused, watching for any change in your face, but nothing happened. “I have been working on a very special surprise and I would like for you to witness it after the show.” Surprise… show? Wait, witness? What in hell is he even talking about?

He had left you in suspense for the rest of your dinner. His smile grew as he finished his plate. “I just hope you didn’t get too filled up on dinner, dessert is yet to come.” His smile creeped up his face, seeming to occupy more of him as the seconds passed. Placing a significant amount of money in the table, he offered an arm to help you out of your seat.

Whisking you away from the restaurant, Alastor brought you in front of a theatre. “We will be attending ‘Diamond Lil’ tonight.” Showing the tickets to the usher, they led you to your seats, it was nothing like what you expecting. You were sat near the back where the light didn't quite reach, you were bathed in darkness.

Halfway through you felt a warm, calloused hand, ever so delicate, had come to rest on your thigh. The thin silky fabric of your dress did little to stop the electricity from crawling across your skin where he caressed you. He started rubbing your thigh, up and down, slowly. His thumb drew circles on your inner thigh after each pass.

You tried swatting him away gently, wanting to focus on the play, but it was pretty clear now why he chose these seats. You glanced around to see if anyone could witness what might be happening. The seats around you were vacant, even 2 rows behind you, were all empty.

He leaned over towards you and whispered, “I thought I’d make this part even more entertaining.” His lips crashed into yours, a soft gasp left you and entered his mouth, as you tried to make sense of what was happening. He pulled away from you slightly, “I might not have access to your aching core, but I do have access to something better.”

His hand slid up your thigh to where your leg met your hip. His grip tightened around your hip, in appreciation, before pulling you rather roughly to slouch in your seat. A leg tangled around yours and pulled it to the side leaving your center more exposed. “You better not make a sound, Cher, don't want anyone to know you’re being indecent in public, hmm?” His words were sharp again.

His hand slowly continued on to its final destination. He rested a finger tip on you, over your panties, on your now rather vulnerable bundle of nerves. He pushed down testing your response. Your hands flew to your mouth, trying to cough out a sound of pleasure through your fingers.

He was turned back towards the stage, his hand not wavering, he started soft circles on top of your precious pearl. You sighed as quietly as you could. He knows I get loud, what is he trying to pull? His pressure increased just slightly, he started going the other way now.

You bit your lower lip, you were glad to have distance around you, but this probably seemed just as strange. You were slid halfway down your seat, your companion whispering at you, upright.

His assault on your clit continued adding another digit for surface area. Applying more pressure, now almost zigzagging across your plumped pearl; your legs were spreading wider, allowing him more space to work with. He leaned down to you again, this time whispering praises at you. Your hips bucked up into him, trying to take command.

“You are doing so well, I'm so proud of you for staying so quiet. Why don't you come undone for me, your perfect empty aching hole will be filled later if you do. Atta girl, you're so beautiful under duress.” You felt yourself getting close, your pussy was clenching onto nothing, begging for something to fill it. His fingers sped up.

You sucked in a sharp breath and dug your fingernails into his arm, the heat in your core was almost like lava, it was spreading through your entire body and setting it on fire, you were on the brink of teetering over the edge. Your breathing was erratic, you tried being as quiet as you could, it was a lost cause. A couple more passes and you clenched your teeth, your orgasm shuddering through your body.

Your slick was now soaking through your panties and dress, you knew you were going to leave a wet spot behind when you stand up. He brought his fingers to his nose inhaling deeply. Then they met his lips as he was trying to lick up any essence of you that was left on his skin.

Trying to pant as quietly as you could, you sat up in your seat; your thighs were an uncomfortable, wet, twitching mess. Rubbing them by each other, you looked at Alastor, “ahh such a shame we almost made it through the play, let's go get you cleaned up then.”

After a lovely dinner at a nice restaurant and catching a show at the theatre, if you could even call it that with what you did there. You found yourself walking next to Alastor close to a bayou. “Alastor, had I known we’d be doing this much walking AND through this bayou, I wouldn’t have worn these heels.” You complained, trying to keep up with his pace. He turned back to you and tried to hush you. “We’re almost there, come along, Cher.”

Removing your shoes, you decided you would walk faster barefoot, and if he’s right, you might not make too terrible a mess of your new dress. Scurrying behind him, there was an opening of trees, and a dim lantern towards the middle. Getting closer to the light, you started to make out a dark shadow on the ground. It looked like a body. Alastor crossed to it, kicking into its side. There was a groan and then it squirmed about lethargically.

Cautiously stepping closer, it appeared to be a man. You couldn’t see the face; there was a leather bag enveloping his head. His arms were large and bound to his sides by rope; his legs were crossed and tied tightly with rope as well. He tried rolling over to no avail.

“What’s the meaning of this, Al…” He held up a hand towards you, cutting your words off. He stepped closer to you, empty hand extended. His eyes were wild at this point, wide and everywhere on your face. You reached out towards him and took his hand.

“That’s it, let’s have some fun now,” he enticed pulling a knife from his jacket pocket and slipping it into your hand. Your mind raced, you thought back to the time you helped Alastor kill previously. Remembering how easy it was to slice through his flesh, how his deep carmine blood gushed out from the top of his shoulder.

Stepping behind the man and leaning down, Alastor maneuvered him to a sitting position. He quickly slumped forward from lack of support mixed with his current state of bleariness. Alastor’s smile became quite keen, his eyes seemed to glow again, the dim lantern reflecting off them. He removed the leather bag; a sharp face with a sneer was revealed. Dark slicked back hair that triggered a memory in you. Pulling a sharp intake of breath through your teeth, you took an unconscious step back from the man.

“That… that’s,” You stuttered, unable to form the words that raced through your mind. Your blood ran cold through your body. “That’s right, Cher, this is the man who brought you to such an unpleasant demise that night. We are going to have our own little fun with him. I cannot wait to hear his screams. And you better scream for us, Johnny.” Alastor laughed heartily, his face was stoic as he stared daggers at the back of the man's head. You were frozen in place.

“Ah come on, don’t be so shy now. Don’t you want to seek retribution? Correct the wrongs that were done to you, Cher? To eradicate all the vermin that offer nothing good, to this world? That only know how to leech everything kind and good from it? I know you remember, remember that night, remember that feeling you discovered. The rush. Don't you want to feel it again?” He was back in front of you, bent down, cooing in your ear.

“If you do this, this one little thing. I'll marry you, I know you've been waiting for it, for me to make a move. For me to kick you out to the curb, but I couldn't. I always saw potential in you, a very innocent potential. That's why I haven't, why I won't.” His breath was fire on your skin compared to the warm, sticky air.

He stepped to the side, your sights now locked onto the man. Steeling your nerves, you knew what you had to do. Alastor does care about me, he does want me, he'll always want me. I just want to be whole again, maybe this will help. I said I would do anything for him. Moving up to face Johnny, you crouched down. Face wavering, you tried your best at looking somewhat intimidating.

Looking in his eyes, you gripped the knife and pushed the leather handle slowly down, into the top of his leg, as far as it would go. Johnny gritted his teeth but didn’t say a word. “Well that’s no good, how about something, a little deeper.” Alastor was trying to embolden your spirit. You pulled the knife down, needing to use a little force, you pulled it along his thigh, to his kneecap. He had his poker face on, this wasn't going to be easy.

Taking a breath to steady your hand, you pulled the knife up. You could only see wetness oozing up to the opening of the wound staining his pant. His breathing stared to pick up, becoming uneven. The wetness continued, trailing down and around his thigh, dripping onto the grass, turning it red. You sliced lightly into his side, he choked out an indistinguishable yell. Deep crimson started seeping out of the new incision. Alastor’s laughter could be heard again, behind you.

What is he doing to me? I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be… enjoying this. I should be reporting his transgressions, the way he laughs at this man's pain, it's repulsive, debauched behavior. This is the second time I've witnessed this… absurdity. The second time… I've helped with it.

The feeling you had experienced before was nothing compared to this time. Inflicting pain to the one that led you to the slaughter. Returning even a fraction of the pain that was caused to you, captivated you. You wanted it to never end, for him to remember this pain, to die by it, by your hand.

Your body didn’t stop, wanting to continue the inflictions. Your hand reached out, grabbing onto his collar. He was still trying to hold it together, his face squished, his breathing coming out in sharp, heavy huffs. Alastor’s hands caressed your shoulders. “What do you want him to know, Cher? I want to hear it as well.”

You were contemplative for a moment. “I want him to know how much he hurt me.” The knife sliced through his bicep, his jaw clenched. “I want him to know, I’ll never be the same.” The knife sliced through the front of his shoulder, he screamed out. “I want him to know, he’s done this to himself.” You set the knife at the base of his neck. Johnny began blubbering.

“You weren't crying when you took me out back. No, you were a big strong man then. With a knife of your own. Doing someone else's dirty work, for what, 40 berries? Is that all a woman is worth to you? You are pathetic.”

You swallowed any apprehension you might have had left. Your palm turning sweaty, “Go on ahead, finish it.” Alastor whispered into your ear. His words spun around in your brain, your heart stammering in your chest. “You’ve already done this once before. Watch his head roll.”

You gripped the knife and pressed it into his skin. The sharp blade easily separating a new void into it. You pulled it along his clavicle. A long line of wet redness came water falling out of him. The light slowly drained from his eyes. You tossed the blade to the side and stood up. He shuddered out his last breath. Alastor started pressing his chest into your back, his tongue was lapping at your ear. You could feel his tented trousers, nudging against your ass, looking for friction.

Spinning around to face him, his arms encompassed you. “You did so well, mô joli fléri flœr. You've earned your reward, well two I suppose.” He pulled you close to his body and leaned down kissing you like your life depended on it, and for all you knew, it did. Soon out of breath, you pulled away gasping. He pulled one end of the tied ribbon on your shawl and it came undone, he tossed it to the side.

“You did find quite the extravagant dress, it's quite a shame it's going to get dirty out here.” Pulling you close he then backed you up, squishing you between his body in front of you and a tree behind you. His knee moved in between your thighs to part your legs as far as they could in your dress. His mouth shifted to the side of your neck. He was taking deep breaths in, getting as much of your scent as he could.

“You’re certainly the sweetest thing I like.” He was pressed into your thigh, overwhelmingly large. Your breathing hitched, your hands went to his chest. “We’re not going to do that out here. Certainly not next to that, are we?” Your eyes shifted to behind him, where the now limp half drained body on the ground was.

“Oh we’re going to do a lot out here. I'll even have you begging for more.” His hands slipped your straps down over the round of your shoulders. His lips trailed behind, leaving a length of open mouthed kisses. He slipped the dress down and off your body, pooling at your bare feet. Leaving you in your brassiere and thin panties.

The tree pressed into your back as Alastor freed your breasts, his finger tips running over your nipples. It didn't take long for them to harden,  asking for more attention. Your back arched a little,  your panties becoming wet with your arousal again. With your legs now free, he slipped them down, and forced your thighs apart with his knee. His thumbs flicked over your nipples and you jolted.

He had already shed his jacket, and you were wanting more of him; you untied his tie leaving it hanging around his neck. You slowly unbuttoned down his shirt. His hands didn't yield to yours trying to undress him, they swept to your sides, sending shivers through your body as his light touch moved over you.

He slipped his open shirt off, his tie tumbling along with it. He continued by tugged his undershirt off next. Stark white settled onto dark brown, wet earth. His chest rose with each heightened breath he took. Your fingers traveling over his muscles, causing them to contract as you made contact.

You fought to stay in control of your brain. Your hands traveled down his chest, over his stomach and down to his belt. His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip, teasing you. Undoing his belt, you unbuttoned his trousers, they clinked as they slid down, settling beside your dress.

His mouth found yours again, greedily pulling your tongue in. You savored the way he tasted, he always seemed to taste the same. Reminiscent of dark whiskey and smokey tobacco, there was something else there you couldn't quite place, it was lighter.  Your eyes shut, your arms traveled up and roamed over his back. He pulled away from you, a thin string of saliva following him back until it stretched too far and broke, dripping onto your breast.

“Mô Bondjè, to ina sa lamòr a mò.” He slipped his boxers to his ankles and angled your legs out, pulling you towards him. Prodding at your folds, he gathered some of your arousal onto him. He easily slipped in between them and you sucked a breath in. He slowly sank all the way into you. It had been 2 months since the last time he indulged you, he felt snug, nuzzled against your walls. Pressing against your cervix, you felt full.

You rolled your head back against the tree a long moan parting your lips. Alastor groaned as he bottomed out in you, his hands gripping your arms helping you remain upright. How you missed feeling him within you, forcing your walls to part and make room for him. Your nails dug into his back. He nipped at your neck.

He pulled back slowly and then unrelentingly snapped his hips into you. You yelped out loudly, trying to grip him to help ground you. “Do you feel beautiful? My little murderer?” His fingers slipped to your hips and dug into them. “My beautiful deadly flower.” His pace increased from the slow snapping into you, into a more comfortable, smoother rhythm.

He got closer to your ear, his voice low and sultry, “Be a good girl now, and come undone on my dick for me.” His instructions reminding you to chase your own high. You slipped your fingers between the two of you, resting on your already used bud from earlier. You started flicking your fingers over it. Circling and ghosting over your clit, your walls fluttered around him, in response.

You drew a deep moan from your own lips, causing you to squeeze around Alastor, resulting in a moan from him too. His speed increased some, chasing an ending that's close in his sight. Panting with your core tightening, your fingers coaxed you over the edge, resulting in tight spasms around Alastor’s cock. It didn't take him long to follow you into ecstasy. His hips pushing you both through your orgasms. Your arms hugged him tight, his spend was shooting into you covering your walls, filling your already full cunt with a thick liquid. You milked him for all he was worth.

He finally stopped, twitching and out of breath, he slowly softened inside of you, pulling out and helping you regain balance. Looking around with your now clear mind, you were reminded of had what led up to this endeavor. You killed a man. You killed one of the men that hurt you.

Hello friends! I am so sorry this took much longer than I expected it too. But as you read it is a much bigger chapter than I have previously written! Hope that makes up for it. <3 Anyways as always thanks for reading, liking my work! See you in the next chapter!

Mô joli fléri flœr.

My beautiful blooming flower.

Mô Bondjè, to ina sa lamòr a mò.

My God, you will be the death of me

Check out the master post I will be adding some of the pictures I've used as reference!