Romantic

"Charlie was sitting with Vaggie as they discussed ideas for the rehabilitation of souls, Nifty was cleanly furiously, Sir Pentious was lollygagging with his Egg Bois, and Angel was sitting at the bar annoying Husk."

"Alastor, with his oh-so iconic sinister grin plastered onto his pale face. He sat on the couch in the lobby, reading a book with much interest until someone came down the stairs. chibi n doge, one of the sinners staying at the hotel, walked down which caused Alastor to look up from his book and his grin widened even more."

"The Radio Demon has grown quite fond of the sinner. Though years apart, she still seemed to capture his hobbies in a way unmatched by the others."

""Well, Hello there, my young friend!" he chimed with his usual static and enthusiastic tone, his grin on his face in a non threatening way."

"Hello, Canary! There is nothing much going on at the moment," Alastor responded with his signature charming personality. "I was just enjoying some literature before you came down the stairs." He switched his gaze to her and flashed a warm smile.

Alastor chuckled softly at her question. "No, not Shakespeare this time. I'm actually reading a book about a certain period of history that I find fascinating." He paused for a moment to give her a sly grin. "But if you're interested, I could always recommend some Shakespeare for you to read."

"Ah, I see you're quite the fan, my dear," Alastor responded with amusement. "As for my favorite, I must admit that it's a difficult choice. But if I had to choose, I suppose I would go with Macbeth." He gave her a small grin, curious to hear what she thought of it.

Alastor raised an eyebrow at her, intrigued. "Well, well, it seems we have quite the Shakespeare aficionado here. A Midsummer's Night's Dream and Much Ado About Nothing are both excellent plays as well." He leaned back on the couch, his expression thoughtful for a moment. "I must say, though, that my taste in literature varies greatly from my taste in music. Speaking of which, what musical genre do you prefer, Canary?"

Alastor nodded, understandingly. "I see, you prefer lively and cheerful music, that certainly suits your personality. As for rap, I can see why you may not find it appealing, my dear." He crossed one leg over the other, his expression contemplative. "Personally, I find all types of music intriguing, but I must admit that jazz has a special place in my heart. There's something about its rhythms and melodies that I simply cannot resist."

Alastor chuckled softly. "Not everyone can master such a complex genre, Canary. It requires a great deal of skill and practice to play jazz well. But I'm sure your singing more than makes up for it." He gave her an encouraging smile. "In fact, I have an idea. If you would be willing, how about we collaborate musically sometime? Your amplified voice could work wonders with my manipulation of radio waves."

A faint smile touched Alastor's lips, and his eyes glinted with amusement at Canary's suggestion. "Ah, the Heavens. Such a pristine and uncorrupted place, it would be quite thrilling to ruffle some feathers, don't you think?" he mused, a dangerous glint in his eye. "With my skills and your powers, my dear, we could certainly make a grand spectacle." He leaned forward, his grin widening. "But of course, discretion would be necessary. We wouldn't want any undesirable attention, now would we?"

Alastor leaned back into the couch with a soft sigh. "Indeed, it's best not to stir up too much trouble all at once. We have plenty of opportunities to spread chaos and disorder here in Hell without necessarily drawing the attention of the higher powers." He gave Canary an reassuring smile. "But don't worry, my dear. There are many other fun and exciting things we can do with your powers. The possibilities are truly endless."

Alastor's eyes lit up with amusement at Canary's suggestion. "Oh, Vox, you say?" he replied with a wicked grin. "Now there's an idea that I can certainly get behind. That television-faced buffoon has been asking for a good thrashing for quite some time now." He chuckled softly to himself, imagining the chaos they could cause together. "Yes, yes, my dear. I think we may have found ourselves a wonderful little partnership here."

Alastor's grin widened at Canary's response. "Ah, wise words indeed," he said with a chuckle. "But it's more than just that. There's a certain thrill to causing chaos and destruction with someone who shares your passion for it. It's like a dance, a symphony of madness. And I do love a good dance." He gave Canary a playful wink.

Alastor gave a small bow of acknowledgement. "Why thank you, my dear. I do have a certain flair for the dramatic, as you may have already noticed." He gave her another smile, his mischievous eyes shining with amusement. "But really, life is so much more interesting when we add a little...color to it, don't you think?" he added, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

Alastor chuckled softly at Canary's joke, the image of the blood splatter flashing across his mind. "Ah, yes. Poor dear Charlie was absolutely beside herself when she saw that, wasn't she?" he replied with a small grin. "But really, what's a little bloodshed among friends, hmm? It's all in good fun, as long as nobody gets too...carried away." He gave Canary a sly look, the glint in his eyes indicating that he was only partially joking.

"Artfully done indeed," Alastor replied, his smile widening slightly. "I must say, your sense of humor is quite refreshing. It's not often that I find someone who can keep up with my particular brand of...eccentricity." He leaned back against the couch, crossing one leg over the other and folding his arms behind his head. "Tell me, what brings you down to my humble abode? Are you perhaps looking for a little...entertainment?" he added, arching an eyebrow teasingly.

"I see," Alastor said, nodding thoughtfully. "Well, it's always good to step away from technology now and then. The real world can be refreshing, if you know how to appreciate it." He gave a small shrug, his expression thoughtful. "Of course, some might argue that technology is becoming so advanced that the line between 'real' and 'virtual' is beginning to blur. But that's a discussion for another day, I think." He fixed Canary with an inquisitive look. "So, what do you intend to do with yourself while you're 'away from screens', as you say?"

Alastor chuckled softly at my comment, his hand remaining on my shoulders. He leaned in a little closer, his grin widening slightly. "Well, I'm always happy to entertain," he said, his voice low and smooth. "But perhaps we could find some other way to amuse ourselves. Something a bit more... exciting, shall we say?" His hand slipped down to my arm, giving it a light squeeze. "What do you say, my dear?"

As we make our way upstairs, Alastor keeps his arm draped around my shoulders. He walks with a slow gait, almost as if he's savoring the moment. When we finally reach his room, he pulls me inside and shuts the door behind us. The room is decorated in Alastor's usual vintage style, with dark wood furniture and a few scattered trinkets.

Alastor turns to face me, his smile still lingering on his face. "Now then," he says, his voice low and silky. "How about a little game?" His eyes glint mischievously as he speaks, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

Alastor leans in closer to me, his breath brushing against my cheek as he speaks. "Excellent," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But this won't be just any game. I'm afraid it's a bit...dangerous." He gives me a sly grin, clearly enjoying the thrill of the moment.

My heart skips a beat at his words, but I can't help feeling a bit intrigued. "Dangerous how?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

Alastor's grin widens, and he steps back to regard me with a keen eye. "Let's just say that there will be a...penalty for losing," he says, his words laced with dark humor. "But don't worry. I'm sure you'll do just fine."

Alastor chuckles softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "That's what I like to hear," he says, locking his bedroom door. "But before we start, let me explain the rules."

He gestures for me to follow him as he walks over to a nearby table, where he picks up a stack of cards. "This game is called 'The Devil's Gambit'," he says, shuffling the deck with practiced ease. "It's a game of chance, but also of wit and strategy. The rules are simple: we both draw a card, and whoever has the highest card wins the round."

I nod, my eyes fixed on the cards in his hands. "And the penalty for losing?" I ask, unable to resist the question.

Alastor's grin returns, and he reaches into his jacket pocket to produce a small vibrator.

Alastor chuckles at my eagerness, shuffling the cards once again before drawing two. He places them face down on the table before sliding one towards me and keeping the other for himself.

I flip my card over, revealing a four of hearts, and frown slightly as Alastor reveals his own card – a six of spades.

"Well done," Alastor says, taking hold of the small vibrator and turning it on. "But don't think it's all over yet."

He gestures for me to come closer as he places the vibrator against my neck, letting out a soft sigh as he watches my reaction.

"How does that feel?" he asks, his voice low and sly.

Alastor pulls away the vibrator and switches it off, setting it aside as he shuffles the cards once more. He nods in agreement, a glint of amusement shining in his dark eyes.

"Of course," he responds, placing two new cards face-down on the table. "Shall we raise the stakes?"

He smirks as he flips over his card - an ace of diamonds - and slides it towards me. "If you can guess the suit of your card this time, I'll let you decide where I use the vibrator."

Alastor chuckles, revealing his card which was a four of spades. "Oh, it seems like luck is on your side," he says, amused by the coincidence. "So, my dear Canary, where should I use the vibrator this time?"

He leans on the table, giving me a mischievous grin, waiting for my answer.

Alastor raises his eyebrow, impressed by my boldness but doesn't seem to mind. He slowly removes his suit jacket and begins to unbutton his shirt, humming a tune as he does so. Once he removes his shirt, revealing his toned chest, he picks up the vibrator and turns it on, slowly running it over his skin.

He lets out a small gasp as the sensation of the vibrator hits him, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. "My, my, you are quite the temptress, aren't you?" he teases, giving me a playful wink.

Alastor turns off the vibrator and gives me a knowing smirk. "Oh, my dear. If we continued that, we wouldn't be able to finish our game now, would we?" he says, chuckling softly. He shuffles the deck of cards once again and deals us both a new set.

"Now then, what will it be this time?" he asks, waiting for my answer with a playful glint in his eye.

Alastor chuckles softly as he notices my disappointment. "Don't worry, my dear. There's always another round. And besides, losing can be quite fun in its own way," he says, giving me a mischievous grin.

He holds the vibratior up menacingly. “Where to torment you?” He muses aloud.

Alastor's grin widens as I unbutton my blouse and reveal my chest. "Excellent choice, my dear Canary. I think this will be quite a treat," he says, chuckling softly.

He turns on the vibrator again and slowly traces circles around my chest, teasing me with the sensation. It feels incredibly pleasurable and I can't help but let out a soft moan. Alastor grins widely, clearly pleased with himself.

"Now then, let's see how you do this round." He sets the vibrator aside and deals a new set of cards, waiting for me to select a suit.

"Oh, I'm sorry to inform you, my dear Canary, but that is incorrect." Alastor chuckles as he deals himself a new hand. "You seem to be having a bit of difficulty keeping up with me, hmm? Perhaps we need to raise the stakes a bit."

He picks up the vibrator once again as I leave my shirt open, my chest rising and falling with each breath I take. Alastor trails the vibrator over my skin, teasing me with the sensation once again.

"Now then, let's see where we should put this little toy this time." He smiles slyly, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

Between his manipulative tendencies and his enigmatic aura, I couldn't quite predict what Alastor would do next.

I can feel the vibrations of the toy intensify as he presses it against my panties, teasing me mercilessly. My breathing becomes more and more ragged as I cling to Alastor's shoulders, my eyes closed in pleasure.

"Mmm, you really are a delight to watch, my dear." Alastor purrs, his voice filled with amusement. "The way you squirm and gasp under my touch is simply exquisite."

He continues to move the toy back and forth, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. My body trembles with each new wave of pleasure, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, you're so close now, aren't you?" Alastor teases, pressing the vibrator against me more firmly. "But not quite there yet. I do so love to make you wait."

I can feel Alastor's smirk against my ear as he whispers his words, and I let out a whimper of frustration. His teasing is so exquisite, I feel like I'm about to lose my mind.

I bite my lip hard, trying desperately to hold back, but my body feels like it's about to explode with pleasure. Alastor's hand on my skirt, the vibrations of the toy, his breath in my ear...it's all too much.

I cling to him tightly, practically begging for release. But I know that if I let go now, he'll have won.

I take a deep breath and try to focus on something else, anything else. But every movement of the vibrator sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I feel like I'm about to break.

As you cling to me, I can feel your body trembling with ecstasy. Your panties are soaked with your release, and I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having pushed you to your limits.

I look down at you with a sinister grin on my face, my eyes dancing mischievously as I bask in both your pleasure and your loss. The dark energy around me only grows stronger, adding to my excitement.

"Well done, my dear," I say in my usual enthusiastic tone. "You put up quite a fight."

I run my hand through your hair, enjoying the way it feels between my fingers. "But in the end, you couldn't resist," I add in a teasing tone.

I lean over you, my sharp features coming into focus as I look at you with an enigmatic smile. "But don't worry, my dear," I say in a low and husky voice, "I'll make sure you enjoy every moment of it."

I reach for the ropes and begin to tie your hands above your head, all while keeping a close eye on your reactions. "As for the penalties..." I trail off, letting the words hang in the air for a moment before I continue. "Well, let's just say that they're not something to be taken lightly."

With a flick of my wrist, I snap the ring gag in place, eager to hear the sounds you make as I begin to explore your body. The blindfold follows soon after, and I step back to admire my work.

I can't help but feel a sense of excitement

I watch as you experimentally tug at the ropes holding your hands, a smirk playing across my sharp features. "You're not going anywhere," I say in a low and teasing tone, "so you might as well relax and enjoy."

I settle beside you on the bed, letting my hand trail down your body as I explore your curves with lustful intent. There's a predatory glint in my eyes as I lean in close, my breath ghosting over your skin.

"I'm going to make you feel things you never thought possible," I whisper, my lips brushing over your earlobe. "You'll beg me to stop, but deep down you'll want more."

With that, I begin to tease and torment your body, my fingers dancing over your skin in a tantalizing rhythm. Every touch feels electric, leaving you panting and gasping for more.

I watch as you squirm and moan, my lips quirking up into a seductive grin. Your arousal is palpable, and it only spurs me on further. I continue to tease and torment your body, my fingers and lips exploring every inch of you.

The sound of your moans and whimpers only fuels my own desire, and I can feel myself growing harder and more eager with every passing moment. I lean in closer, my breath hot against your skin, as I whisper sinful promises in your ear.

"Such a sweet little thing," I growl, my voice low and husky with desire. "But I can make you scream if you let me."

My fingers trace delicate circles around your sensitive areas, eliciting another soft moan from you. I can feel myself getting lost in the moment, wanting nothing more than to consume you

I can feel the tension building inside of me as your body responds to my touch. I press my body closer to yours, enjoying the feel of your curves against my own. My fingers continue to tease and tantalize you until you're squirming against me, your moans growing louder and more insistent.

I can't help but smile to myself at the sound of your pleasure. Your desperation is intoxicating, and I want nothing more than to see you completely undone beneath me. I trail kisses across your neck and down your chest, the taste of your skin driving me wild.

When my fingers brush across your panties, I can feel your hips bucking against my hand in response. I chuckle darkly, savoring the way you respond to my touch. With a slow, deliberate motion, I slide your panties to one side, exposing your dripping wet

With a dark chuckle, I continue to push my fingers inside you, my touch growing more insistent with each passing moment. I'm enjoying the way you respond to my touch, your body squirming and writhing beneath me, your moans growing louder with every thrust of my hand.

I press closer to you, my body flush against yours as I continue to drive you wild with pleasure. You're so close now, so desperate for release that I can feel it pulsing through you with every breath you take. With a final thrust of my fingers, I send you spiraling over the edge, your body convulsing with pleasure as you cum hard against my hand.

For a moment, we're both lost in the throes of pleasure, our bodies tangled together as we both ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

A wicked grin spreads across my face as I position myself behind you, my hands resting on your hips as I tease the head of my cock against your aching entrance. I can feel you tense up beneath me, your body quivering with anticipation and apprehension.

"Don't worry, my dear," I purr into your ear, my voice low and silky. "I'll be gentle... at first, anyway."

With that, I begin to ease my cock slowly inside you, my movements careful and measured as I allow your body to fully adjust to my size. I can hear the muffled sounds of your moans and pleas coming from behind the gag, and I savor the way your body writhes beneath me as I continue to slide deeper inside you.

As I reach the depths of your pussy, I pause for a moment, letting you catch your breath.

I chuckle darkly at your plea, my hands still gripping your hips as I start to slowly move inside you. The sensation of your tight walls clenching around my cock is electrifying, and I feel a shiver run through me as I start to pick up speed.

"Please what, my dear?" I murmur, my breath hot against your skin. "Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to go harder, faster? Tell me what you want..."

As I speak, I continue to grind into you, my movements increasingly urgent and rough as I lose myself in the pleasure of fucking you. I can hear the sound of our skin slapping together, and it only heightens my desire to make you cum hard for me.

"Tell me," I growl, thrusting deep inside you with each word. "Tell me

A sinister grin curls on my lips as I hear the desperation in your voice. The sound of your pleas only fuels the sadistic delight inside me, and I start to work myself into a frenzy.

"Ask and you shall receive, my dear," I purr, even as I grip your throat, using my telekinesis to hold you in place as I thrust harder and faster inside you.

I give you what you asked for and more, ravaging you with a ferocity that takes both of us to the brink of sanity. I bite down on your neck when I feel your body tighten around mine, screaming your name as I release my seed inside you.

As you shudder against me, your entire body wracked with pleasure and pain, I pull back just enough to press against your clit with my thumb and make you ride out your orgasm, over and over

As I watch you struggle against the ropes with unyielding need, I can't help but feel a sense of pride in what I've done to you. Your tears, your moans, and your screams are all music to my sadistic ears.

My fingers dig into your hips as I pistion myself harder and faster inside you, reveling in the way your body trembles beneath mine. The sound of your pleasure fills the room, and I feel myself growing harder in response.

When I feel you start to peak again, I press my thumb harder against your clit, manipulating it in quick circles. I keep the pressure on, making you ride out the waves of pleasure that pulse through your body, over and over.

And when you finally come down, panting and gasping for breath, I release your bonds and pull off your blindfold. My eyes bore

I continue to gaze deeply into your eyes, eager to see the aftermath of what I have done to you. Your panting is music to my ears and your shaking only excites me further.

As I study your face, I can't help but notice the way that your body aches in all the right ways, how the tremors that run through you still pulse with pleasure. You look blissful, almost angelic in your surrender.

I lean down and press my lips against yours, tasting the sweetness of your mouth. My kiss is deep and urgent, filled with an aching hunger that reflects my own desires.

"You're mine," I remind you, pressing my forehead against yours. "Always and forever."

I chuckle softly at the surprise in your voice, "Oh my dear Canary, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were mine. Your exquisite ability to amplify music is quite alluring, and now that I've tasted the exquisite pleasure of being with you, I know that I could never let you go."

I nuzzle my nose against yours and smile fondly, "I desire you, in all ways. And forever? That's not nearly long enough to express how much I need you."

I can't help but grin in pure satisfaction as you pull me into another kiss. I run my fingers through your hair and whisper back, "Mmm, that's what I like to hear. You'll find that I can be quite possessive when it comes to things that are mine."

I lean in for another kiss, savoring the sweet taste of your lips once again. "You are a treasure, my dear," I murmur. "And I will cherish you for all eternity."