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I had always been, quote, different, according to my mother. Her words, not mine. I always have been. I always had an irrevocable interest in the things that others would find to be cringe, or weird. Or even, to say the least, morbid. So it was no surprise when I found myself in my bathroom, all dark except for a few candles, a pan in front of me with crystals, candle wax, and whatnot spilt into it, with water I had cursed with the help of a friend.

I had contemplated whether I was actually going to go forth with what I had decided on. I had a habit of becoming obsessive, and doing anything in my power to achieve what I wanted, but this was the furthest I had ever taken it. It was understatement to say I had done countless researches on this topic; blood rituals and demon summoning. I didn’t know if this WOULD work, and I grew nervous as I held my hand out, prepared to slash the palm and let the blood dribble into the pan as I ushered the summoning words.

I took the obsidian to my hand, careful not to cut too deep; I did have bandages on hand, but I didn’t need the stress of infection. Sighing and giving myself a second to prepare for the sting, I ripped it across my palm, quickly balling my fist and letting the blood spill.

Feeling the pulse in my hand, I shuddered and began ushering the words beneath my breath. “Te voco, Alastor,” I began, swallowing nervously as I continued, “Praesentiam in hoc cubiculo peto, prodeas et benedic cum praesenti.”

I stopped for a moment, not knowing if it had worked. I closed my eyes, remaining in the same position as I manifested his presence, chanting phrases under my breath and in my head, imagining his alluring figure behind me, his energy and his aura drawing me in.

A few minutes of manifesting had passed; I felt the blood slow down and stop pouring, and the room stood still for a moment. I reopened my eyes, adjusting to the slight change in light, before sighing. It hadn’t worked. 

I stretched up to open the medicine cabinet that sat atop the sink I had done my work in, and retrieved the med kit, dabbing at the cut with antiseptic and wrapping the gauze around my hand, the bandage snug yet tight to prevent further bleeding if it were to happen. 

Placing the medkit back into the cabinet, I was irritated and upset that it hadn't worked. I slammed it closed, my hand over it, but as I removed it I was met with what I could only say jarred me. I saw him, behind me and grinning maliciously, as he would per usual.

“I heard you summoned me, mortal?” he grinned, no pun intended, his voice crackly like he was talking into a megaphone, making me spin around in shock.

“I-” ..I had no words at that moment. I stared at him, stepping back and eyeing him up and down, as he did the same, his big grin never faltering, his persona never slipping up.

“You didn’t expect it to work? Don’t be so doubtful, darling.” he laughed, stepping forward deftly and patting me on the head. His sharp, slender fingers which were deathly cold gave me a shock, not expecting him to feel so…dead. I expected that all sinners wouldn’t be similar to humans, but didn’t expect him to be so cold. It confused me for a second, making me pipe up by accident.

“You’re fucking freezing.” I blurted out, looking embarrassed afterwards and stepping back, making him chuckle in delight.

"My my, what a foul mouth you have!" he snickered, tossing his staff around and tapping me on the nose with it, making me rub it and groan out. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Well, yes bu-" I began, soon being interrupted by his chirping. 

"It's so terribly dark in here, darling! Let me help with that~" He clapped his hands, a dim red light illuminating the room, making me groan out as the light change hurt my eyes. "my apologies, continue."

I smiled in an annoyed tone, hoping he'd get the message as I began again, folding my arms awkwardly. "Well as you could PROBABLY tell, I wasn't expecting this to work, so hence the interaction we're having is uhm...unexpected for me. But anyway, I want something from you, but I'm afraid my soul isn't on offer."

Alastors face lit up at that last part, his eyes widening and one eyebrow raising, curious and intrigued as to what I were proposing. 

"And what is, my dear?" he smiled, edging closer and stroking my chin, before making melook up at him, my big eyes boring into his red ones.

I gulped, looking away and blushing, feeling a sweat break out and butterflies in my stomach worsen as I mustered up the courage to say what I was going to in the moment. "Uh, will you lay me occasionally in exchange for some of my energy for a few months?"

His eyes widened as I spoke, raising an eyebrow and dismissing the first part of what I had to offer. "Your energy? My dear, I haven't had many souls offer me, in fact no mortal nor sinner has ever offered me such! While I have heard of other overlords taking up such offers, I must ask, what are the benefits?"

"Your power can become stronger. I give you, Alastor, twenty units of standard, non-negative energy, with one unit of energy being the size of a one pence, as we understand a one pence to be in 2024 Britain. Do you accept?"

I pulled out a pence from my pocket, showing him it and letting him observe and think. He let out a hum, raising an eyebrow and closing his mouth, only having a smile, not a grin, on his face. He twirled it around his fingers, flipping it over as he began to talk.

"What an oddball you are. I see you did research, hmm?" he thought about it again for a few more seconds, before flicking the penny onto the sink, letting it spin around until it landed; heads.

"Alright then. I see you did your research, and I'm sensing a strong sense of self worth from you, dear mortal. It's a deal." He held his hand out, grinning and half lidding his eyes as he looked down at you, as he stood at a whopping 7 feet.

A green glow illuminated the room stronger than the red light he had cast before, making me stare at his hand in awe. My pupils widened, my mouth agape as I looked down at his sharp hand then back up at his stupid grin.

I sighed, planting my hand in his. I shuddered at the cold feeling, before my eyes widened at the display. 

His smile spread to the corners of his eyes, quite literally, his pupils became that of a ticking clock, almost like a stopwatch. There were green stitch-like marks all across his mouth, and oh, the green. It was EVERYWHERE. An ignition of green set ablaze across the room, vodun veves danced around the two of us. 

His antlers grew in size, and I couldn't help but feel in awe, yet slight horror as I was afraid of what was to come, amazed by the display he had given her in her dinky little bathroom.

The display died down, yet there was a gust of wind carried throughout the bathroom, almost sweeping me off my feet as he stood tall and still, looking down at me, still with that stupid fucking grin. 

My heart was pounding, my stomach was fluttering, face was red, yet barely visible in the already red light, and I didn't know where to go from there on. “Well then-” I coughed, embarrassed and not knowing how to go about what I was going to say. “A deal is a deal?”

Alastor smiled, as per usual, stepping closer and holding my face in his hand, gripping my cheeks and studying me. He bared his teeth, his smile turning into a grin, his face edging closer to mine as he began to talk. “I suppose it is, darling.”

He edged his face closer to mine, closer than what he could have already, and waited for a nod or any sort of approval. I meekly nodded, my eyes boring into his nervously and waiting for a response from him.

His lips met with mine, making me stay stiff for a moment, before leaning into the kiss, melting into it nervously and being afraid of what to do. I had never really...been in any relations like such. I had a few online relationships, but otherwise had never kissed anyone else.

However he, seemed to be quite the lady man. You could tell from the show, by the way he treated women, and now, by the way he treat me. His hands slowly and gingerly wrapped around my body, caressing me and holding me skin tight against him.

His touch was soft and gentle as I eased up, my hands wrapping around his neck, and my feet poised onto their tiptoes due to Alastor’s extensive height. I muffled out a slight groan as I tripped and fell, making us break the kiss. I fell into him, making him deftly catch me and hold me there for a second, raising his eyebrows.

“Why don’t we move this elsewhere?” he grinned, picking me up bridle style and making me squeal out in surprise. I hadn’t cleared my room in advance, in fear that he would reject my offer, so there was clothes and other articles strewn around the room, and only my dingy LEDs illuminated it.

He lay me down on my double bed, and as I sat there awkwardly, shifting to lean up on my elbows, he removed his coat, hanging it on my doorknob and closing the door behind him, placing his staff against the door before crawling onto the bed and on top of me.

My bodily heat radiated onto him, giving him a sense of warmth as his face edged closer to mine again, his hands either side of my head. He leaned down, his lips meeting with mine once again, my hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer.

Alastor’s body was now pressed against mine again, my legs tangled in his. He continued smiling into the kiss as I awkwardly followed what he was doing, not being experienced in this act, hence not knowing what I was doing.

He pulled away for a moment, his eyes half lidded and his voice low as he began to talk again. “My my, dear, you really don’t know what you’re doing? I implore you, let me guide you.” He purred, his hand caressing my cheek and making me look up at him submissively.

His lips met with mine again, lingering there for a second before slowly moving them, giving me time and space to get used to his movements and adjust to it. I gingerly moved my hands from his neck to his hair, running my hand up his scalp and through his hair.

A significant shiver went down his spine as I did that, making his eyes widen in the kiss and pull me closer, pressing me against him tighter, his coldness still being foreign to me.

A few more minutes of somewhat passionate practicing, and he pulled away from the kiss, his slender hands traveling to my shoulders, tugging at my loose black shirt gently.

I nodded, sitting up and  letting him lift it above my head. No bra was worn beneath, so just my bare breasts were sitting before him. I inhaled sharply and looked away in embarrassment, a deep blush coating my face. My hands were behind my back, holding me up and almost inviting him to do whatever he pleased.

He hummed, edging closer and looking up for a second. I nodded again, and he quite literally took them into his own hands. 

He held them softly, careful not to graze or puncture them with his sharp fingertips, and began toying with them, caressing and squeezing them softly.

I whimpered softly, arching my back and not knowing how to respond to this. I was blushing even deeper by then, not even being able to look at myself out of shame.

Alastor had noticed this and took one hand off my breasts, cupping my jaw and turning me to face him. I looked away bashfully, before his lips met with mine.

My gaze focused on him for a second, before melting into the kiss and leaning toward him again, lost in the heat of the moment.

“Bite me.” I pulled away, lifting my head up and staring at him lustfully, my breathing sharp as I awaited a response.

“Oh how bold! I love that about you mortals, not a care in the world!” he chuckled light heartedly, before wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, breathing down it for a moment before biting down gently.

I let out a groan, panting softly as his teeth sunk in and broke skin. He emerged from my neck, beads of blood pooling in the area he had bitten.

“Was that what you expected?” Alastor grinned, unwrapping his slender fingers from the nape of my neck and sitting before me.

I nodded meekly, rubbing my neck and smearing the blood.

“Righty. So, as a part of our contract, you said you wanted to be, quote, ‘layed every few months’?” he smiled, kicking his shoes off and crossing his legs on my bed.

“Uhm, yeah.” I shrugged, curling up my knees and crossing my arms over them, shielding my breasts.

“well then my dear, let's get loud!” he laughed, before delving into my lips again.

I yelped slightly, as the kiss was unexpected and gave me a fright, before comfortably leaning into the kiss, my lips melding against his.

Alastors nimble fingers slid down my torso; down the curves of my ribs, my waist and my potent hips, stopping at the waistband of my sweatpants.

He pulled away, looking me in the eyes. 

“You may.” I nodded, laying down and letting him pull them off me, leaving me lying before him in just my panties.

At this point I had lost almost all of my shame. My full body was on display to him, in all it's glory, and I had brought this upon myself. 

Alastor shifted, moving his body and sitting between my knees, leaning down and groping my thighs gently. I gulped, half knowing where he was going and half left curious.

“Let me see how you taste, darling.” he snarled, spreading my legs further.

“Well that's forward.” I laughed, not objecting. I nodded, letting him slide my panties down my legs and toes them across the room, now leaving me fully naked before him.

His face neared my crotch, and I shuddered as I felt his breath graze against my sensitive heat. “Ready, my dear?” he smiled, sticking his tongue out and licking my inner thigh.

I nodded, running my hand through his hair and pulling his face closer. He let out a low laugh. “Tell me to stop and I will, deary.” His tongue snaked between my folds, licking a stripe from my hole to my clit.

I shook slightly, the unfamiliarity of a tongue against my sensitive being foreign yet…enjoyable. I exhaled sharply, laughing sheepishly and letting him continue.

His tongue deftly circled my clit, swirling around it and sending waves of pleasure I didn’t know could be achieved throughout my body. Sure, I had explored myself before, but this was different, especially now it was someone else.

And that someone happened to be a demon. An overlord. A past soul. His tongue continued to swirl around for a few moments, before flicking up and down, side to side and then back around again, looping around and teasing me with the speed; slow and steady.

I let out a few quiet whimpers, embarrassed and unable to react. This level of pleasure was something I didn’t ever think I would come close to achieving, so I came unprepared.

I had thought about it in the past, sure, but the real deal was just so much better than how I had imagined. He chuckled as he continued on with this little ritual, swirling around and then flicking it gently with his tongue; rinse and repeat.

Letting out a hearty chuckle, he took one hand off my thighs and brought it to his mouth, tugging his glove off and spitting it out beneath me. I watched him in awe, my eyes wide and my breathing heavy, scanning him in curiosity, intently.

He took the hand which was now gloveless, still lapping away at my clit, steadily increasing the pace, and placed it just below my abdomen. He looked up at me, and I nodded.

He hummed, sliding his hand down past his tongue and dipping a finger gently into me, lingering there for a moment and feeling as I tightened around him for a moment, my heart pounding.

“Fuck..” I groaned, relaxing and letting his finger curl up inside of me. I let out a shallow moan and sighing.

“There we go.” he laughed heartily, rejecting it and uncurling it. His tongue was now moving at a moderate pace, still circling and then flicking.

His finger doused back in, curling back up, making my back arch slightly. He let out another laugh, clearly loving the needy and desperate reactions I was fueling his desire with.

He continued this routine for a few more moments, in out, round and flick, etcetera. I was lost in the euphoria by this point. My mind was going blank as I watched him going at me, my back arching, and moans & whimpers spilling out of my mouth, almost out of my control.

One hand was gripping my bedsheets, while my other was covering my eyes as I turned away, too embarrassed to look at him, but at one point it was almost too good not to watch.

My hand traveled from my face to his hair, running through the red locks and messing up his side fringe. I pushed it back, watching as he intently studied my cunt, his red irises focused on what he was doing to me and the pleasure he was bringing.

Although, ever so often, he would catch a glimpse of me looking down at him, my face coated in a crimson blush and sweat dripping down my face. I shook and shuddered beneath him, the pace he was going at sent me insane. Sure, going fast felt good, but this speed sent me into OVERDRIVE.

My body was now lost in a trance. All I could think of now was chasing this high; this euphoria. The climax . I cried and mewled, begging for more incoherently as I began to feel my orgasm sneak upon me.

“A-Alastor…oh my fucking god, please I need this I need you..” I blabbered, being cut off my sharp inhales and moans as his pace began to pick up again.

“You’re adorable when you’re like this, it draws me further into this twisted sick game you’ve encapsulated me in.” He laughed, being careful not to send you insane with elation from what he was doing.

A few more swift movements of his tongue, and I felt it knocking at my door; the peak, the zenith, the orgasm. And now, it was here.

“Fuck- Alastor-” I cried out, arching my back and shuddering as i felt it wash over me. I mumbled his name over and whimpered out as he slowed down, letting me ride out this high I was on and drink it all up before it was gone.

His fingers slipped out, curling up once more before retreating, same with his tongue, slipping away. He sat up, stretching and groaning as I looked up at him, panting and messy. My heart beat was through the roof, trying to come down, but not being able to when Alastor climbed back on top of me and licked his fingers which were covered in my love juices.

posting this now before i forget


i will update when i get ideas for it ^^ have this 4 now