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Despite later the late hour, Alastor was still awake.
He was staring at the little bruise in the spot where the shoulder meets the neck, just under Charlie’s pulse point.
He often make deals and came into possession of the sinners souls, establishing himself as a well-known the powerful Overlord in the Hell.
But he had never before claimed someone as his own.
He had no interest in romantic relationship, and didn't feel the need to assert dominance over someone through physical marks but as his fingers lingered over the rounded shape of the purplish bruise, tracing its edges, he couldn't deny the possessive desire that consumed him.
You're changing me, mon chéri.
As he lay there, lost in thought, tracing his princess' skin with his fingers, a thought sparked in his mind. He wondered if he should allow Charlie to leave a similar mark on his body.
After months of talking, and dating, they were now partners in every sense.
She belong to him. And he belong to her.
Shouldn't my demon belle have the opportunity to experience the same sensation?
He couldn't deny the seductive appeal of the idea. Their bodies intertwined, leaving a lasting imprint on each other, sent a delicious shiver of anticipation down his spine that he had never felt before. It was tempting. Something he couldn't easily dismiss.
"Alastor?" Charlie yawned after a while, opening her red eyes to find the deer-sinner staring at her. She flashed a warm, genuine smile at him. But his eyes were still focused on her neck.
"Is everything okay?"
"I've killed and mutilated a lot of people since the day I came to the hell." A pause. "But I've never marked someone before."
His fingers traced circles around the hickey, "And I couldn't help but keep staring at it while you slept."
The princess frowned for a moment, so Alastor applied a bit more pressure on the bruise with his long fingers, causing her to wince.
Alastor immediately retracted his hand from her neck. "I hope you're not mad that marked you darling."
Realization dawned on Charlie as she reached out and gently touched his cheek, her voice filled with tenderness. "It's ok, Al. I really enjoyed the last night. Plus, it will disappear in a couple of days."
His hand covered hers.
"Would you like to marked me?" The words came out of Alastor’s mouth before he knew what he was saying.
Charlie blinked, "What?"
He hesitated for a moment before explaining his thoughts.
"I do believe that hickeys are a people’s way of marking what are their…" he placed a gentle kiss on the hickey, "I think it's only fair that you should have the opportunity of doing the same with me."
Charlie felt that the end of her tail hit against the bed joyfully.
Alastor intentions was not to possess her, but rather to establish a sense of equality between them.
"How would you like me to give you hickey?"
"However you want, darling." The unspoken 'I trust you' hung in the air, leaving Charlie captivating.
"Okay." she leaned in close, "Roll over."
"Roll over?" Alastor tilted his head.
"Yes, roll over and get comfortable." Charlie said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
"What are you planning, my dear?" Alastor noticed a wickedly spark in her eyes.
"You said - however I wanted." she just smiled. "So, roll over, Al."
The Radio Demon sighed, but oblige his girlfriend’s request.
Lying on his chest, Alastor let out a deep deer sound as the princess straddled his waist, her legs on either side of his hips, and settled comfortably on his backside. The tips of his tail ticklish her butt cheek.
Charlie’s black nails glided over his skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. He couldn't resist the rush of pleasure and soothing that coursed through him as she explored his body.
With his arms over the pillows and his head resting against them, Alastor’s voice was low and muffled as he said, "You have an interesting technic, darling."
"All that matters is the end result." Charlie purred, placing soft kisses over his shoulder blades.
Alastor woke up in a daze, unsure of his surroundings, reaching out for a charming demon who was no longer in his bed.
"Charlie?" he called out.
"Bathroom."
Alastor pulled on his boxer shorts and walked to the bathroom.
Charlie was standing in front of a sink and brushes her teeth.
Alastor smiled with delight, noticing she was wearing nothing but his red coat.
"Good morning, dear." he slowly crossed the bathroom and stood next to her.
As the Overlord looked in the mirror, he noticed his shadow was shaking like a leaf on the wall behind them.
It took him a while to understand that the shadow laughed.
"What is so funny, old friend?" Alastor asked his shadow, but the shadow still laugh at the something.
"I think it's about your hickeys." Charlie spoke in a tone that sounded a very cheerfully.
Alastor raised eyebrow as he turned around so now he stood with his back to the mirror.
Turning his head around 180 degrees, he looked at the mirror, and froze.
On his shoulder blades were a few small hickeys.
But Charlie not give him a normal love bite.
They were forming a heart shape on the deer-sinner's skin.
"I think the end result is successful." Charlie punctuated it with a short, sweet kiss on his cheek.