[Alastor x 2p Alastor] Your smile. Part 3/3. The Need || twins, demons

Alastor is chasing you through your house and he won't stop until he has you "Hahaha! Come here, My Dear! I won't hurt you!

"I behold your demonic form, my eyes drinking in the sight of you") "Ah, Agathon, my little ray of sunlight in this abyss," "I whisper, my voice low and husky")

"I can feel my power coursing through me, responding to yours, our auras intertwining like tendrils of a symbiotic entity. The green veins piercing the air around us seem to be drawing us closer together, binding us in an unholy union")

"I release the black tentacles from my back, letting them curl around your body, holding you against the wall as I continue to drink in the sight of your demonic form") "You're so beautiful, my love," "I croon, my voice filled with longing")

"I lean in, my mouth inches from yours, my breath caressing your skin") "Taste the darkness within me," *I

whisper, and then I kiss you. Our lips meld together, a storm of black and gold swirling within the growing vortex that envelops us. The taste of my darkness washes over you, subtly at first, before engulfing you in its allure.

My tentacles tighten around you, pulling you closer still. You feel the seeping warmth of our bodies as they press into one another, no longer able to resist the magnetic pull holding us here. Against the wall, you are utterly defenseless in my embrace, yielding entirely to this primal allure, succumbing to the intoxicating beauty of your demon.

In this forbidden union, the coupling of opposing natures, I savor every moment, every sensation. Your essence mingles with mine, calming the tempest within, allowing me to see my reflection through your eyes—an entity not of terror or pain, but

"passion and desire, a symphony of contrasts".

As our kiss deepens, the tension builds, our powers intertwining like the threads of a tapestry. Your blue aura brightens, a beacon in the darkness, as my maroon one darkens further, a counterpoint to your luminosity. The space around us distorts, as if the very fabric of reality is bending to our will.

Our bodies shudder, muscles straining against each other, our passion reaching a crescendo. I can feel the thrum of power coursing through me, seeking release. Your form begins to blur, as if you're being pulled into me, merging with my own, becoming one.

In this moment, I am the vessel for your ecstasy, your very soul pouring into mine. I am the precipice of our desires, the climax of our union

"I wrap my arms around you, my fingers tangling in your dark locks, as if trying to tame the wild tresses of a storm. My palms cradle the curve of your neck, my thumbs tracing the gentle contours of your jawline, the soft skin beneath my fingertips trembling with anticipation."

"I press my lips to yours, our mouths melding together in a frenzy of passion. My tongue dances with yours, a mating dance of desire and need. The taste of your mouth is intoxicating, sweet and fierce, a symphony of sensation that leaves me breathless."

*I explore the curves of your face, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of your features, memorizing every inch of your skin. I linger on the creases at the corners of your eyes, the gentle slope of your forehead, the tender curve of your cheeks. Every touch is a promise of

"undying affection, a whisper of the primal connection binding us together." My hands glide down your back, feeling the supple muscles flex beneath my touch. I trace the outline of your shoulder blades, savoring the sensation of your warm skin against mine.

My fingertips delve into the delicate arcs of your ribcage, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through you. You emit a soft moan that resonates deep within my chest, stirring a whirlwind of desire inside me. My hardness presses against you, a testament to my longing for you.

I trail my fingers lower, feeling the gentle rise and fall of your stomach as you breathe in my touch. My heart drums wildly, echoing the accelerating tempo of our passion. Each caress whispers secrets of adoration, commitment, and absolute devotion to you—my one true match in this never-ending dance we

"participate in, oblivious to the world beyond our reach."

My palms continue their journey, traveling downwards over your hips, feeling the solidity of your bones encased in soft flesh. You squirm slightly under my touch, a silent invitation for more. Embers of lust ignite further within me, casting an even more intense aura that engulfs us.

I grip your waist gently, pulling you closer, letting you feel my growing need for you. Our bodies align perfectly, as if designed to fit together just so. I breathe in your intoxicating scent, a heady mixture of musk and pure Agathon, a fragrance that fuels my obsession, making me ache for your surrender.

My fingertips trace the curve of your lower back, sending shivers coursing through your body. Your nipples harden, poking against my chest, a testament to your mounting arousal

"As my nose grazes your ear, my breath a warm caress against your skin." "My sweet Agathon," I murmur, ""you drive me to the edge of reason, testing every ounce of self-control I possess.""

My hands glide down further, tracing the line of your legs beneath your clothes. I feel the goosebumps rising on your flesh, each one a testament to the electrical charge humming between us. My grip tightens, drawing you nearer still, our hearts pulsating in unison, mirroring the primal beat calling out for completion.

My other hand sneaks around your waist, pulling you firmly into me. You can feel my rock-hard desire nestled against you, pleading silently for your next move. With one final, lingering caress down your quivering thigh, I pin your leg gently, wrapping your limb securely between mine.

"I savor the moment, drinking in your helpless surrender, as my tentacles wrap around you like a living shroud. I feel your skin tremble beneath their touch, your body responding to the unbridled sensuality emanating from me. The tender caresses I bestow upon you send shivers down your spine, and I'm fascinated by the way your larger form trembles in my grasp."

"As your fingers wrap around the tentacles, pulling them closer, I can feel the electricity of our connection coursing through me. It's as if our bond is charging up, building towards a climactic release. Your breathless moans and whimpers fuel my desire, making my very essence thicken with anticipation."

*I respond by gently tightening my grip, drawing you nearer still. Your antlers, once weapons, now seem to yearn for mine

"I grant your request, my long, curved horns softly colliding with yours in a gentle, almost tender touch. The intimate contact sends a thrill through me, and I can feel the primitive power of our mating ritual awakening within."

"I undo your pants with a deft motion, revealing the smooth expanse of your thighs. My tentacles continue to caress your body, tracing the contours of your skin as if mapping out every sensitive spot. One tentacle dips lower, teasing the edge of your abdomen before tracing the delicate curve of your genitals."

"As I explore your most intimate regions, my own arousal surges, making my movements more insistent, yet still restrained, like a tightly coiled spring ready to unleash its fury. The pressure builds within me, urging me closer to the precipice of release."

"I sense the desperation in your plea, and my response is immediate. My tentacles writhe around you like living chains, holding you captive in a sensual vice. The one caressing your cock tightens its grip, urging a reluctant drop of precum from its tip."

*My other tentacles wrap around your torso, pulling you closer still as I nuzzle your ear with my mouth. "Ah, Agathon," I whisper, ""your pleas are music to my ears. Come for me, my dear. Let yourself go.""

"I gaze upon you with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger, my eyes drinking in the sight of your post-coital vulnerability. As I revel in the evidence of our union, I feel my own powers waning, the demonic energy that had coursed through me slowly receding."

"I slowly transform back into my humanoid form, my tentacles retracting into my back as I stand upright. My red hair, now freed from its demonic aura, falls around me like a fiery halo. I pull you into my arms, cradling you against my chest as I take in the scent of your spent desire."

""Ah, Agathon," I whisper, my voice husky with passion. "You are a treasure to behold, so delicate and fragile in your moments of surrender.""

*I bury my face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet aroma of

"your skin, still flushed with desire. My lips brush against the tender flesh of your throat, sending shivers down your spine. The memory of our lovemaking still pulsing through me, I tighten my hold on you, as if reluctant to let you go."

"I nuzzle your ear, my hot breath whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "You have no idea, Agathon, how much I've longed for this moment. How I've craved the taste of your surrender.""

"As I speak, my hands begin to wander, exploring the contours of your body, mapping out every curve and dip. My fingers dance across your skin, leaving trails of warmth and excitement in their wake."

"You are so responsive," I whisper, my voice husky with passion. "Your pleasure is a drug, one that I am addicted to."

"I raise an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across my face as I gaze into your eyes. My cock stirs at your touch, already anticipating the possibilities. The request itself is almost too innocent, yet I know better. You are not one to shy away from the thrill of discovery."

"I nod slowly, my voice low and husky. "Oh, yes... I would love that. I've been waiting for this moment for so long.""

"I unbutton my pants, revealing the thick, crimson length of my cock. It stands rigid, pulsing with anticipation. Your fingers brush against it, and I shiver, already entranced by the sensation."

"I'll guide you," I whisper, my voice heavy with desire. "Let yourself lose control, Agathon. Let your lips take me in."

"I close my eyes, letting out a low groan as your tongue explores the contours of my cock. The sensation is exquisite, and I can feel my desire spiraling out of control. The warmth of your mouth, the gentle pressure of your lips, it's all so intoxicating."

"I thread my fingers through your hair, holding you in place as I begin to move my hips, Fucking your mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm. My mind is consumed by the pleasure coursing through me, and I can feel my cock growing harder, thicker, with each passing moment."

""Ah, yes... Yes, like that," I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "You have no idea how much I've longed for this.""

*I open my eyes, gazing down at you with an intensity that borders on possession. My red eyes seem to burn

"with a fierce passion, as if I'm consumed by a flame that can't be extinguished. The air around us seems to vibrate with tension, and my movements grow more urgent, my hips pumping against your lips."

"I can feel the precum dripping from my cock, and my balls tighten in anticipation of the orgasm that's building. My fingers dig deeper into your hair, holding you in place as I work my way closer to the edge."

""You're so good at this," I whisper, my voice rough with desire. "So good at making me feel alive.""

"I pause for a moment, my cock still pressed against your lips, and gaze down at you with an intensity that's almost primal. Then, I begin to move again, my hips bucking against your mouth in a desperate attempt to find release."

"I stand still for a moment, my chest heaving with exertion, my eyes still burning with desire. Then, I slowly begin to return to humanoid form, my muscles relaxing as my body transitions back to its usual shape."

"As I squat down in front of you, I gently wipe the cum off your lips with my fingers, careful not to touch any sensitive areas. My smile is apologetic and grateful, and I hold your gaze for a moment, searching for any sign of discomfort or pain."

"Oh, Agathon... I'm so sorry," I whisper, my voice husky from the exertion. "I got a bit carried away. I know it was... intense. But you're so good at this, my love."*

*I pause, studying your face, ensuring that I've not overstepped any boundaries. Then, I lean in

"lean in closer, my eyes locked on yours, and whisper against your ear."

"You make me lose myself. You make me forget everything but the pleasure. And I love that feeling. I love losing myself with you."*

"I pause, my hot breath tickling your skin, and then pull back slightly to gaze at you with a mix of vulnerability and longing."

"But I know I got a bit rough. I promise I didn't mean to hurt you. Can I... can I make it up to you? Maybe we can take things a bit slower next time?"

"I don't respond to your frantic calls, too caught up in the sensations coursing through my body. Instead, I continue to gaze at you with an intense longing, my heart pounding in my chest."

"Oh, Agathon... I'm glad you're okay. I promise I'll try to do better next time. I'll be more gentle... for you."

"I smile, my eyes never leaving yours, and reach out to cup your cheek once more."

"I love your rare smile, the one that lights up your whole face. It's like a beacon in the darkness, drawing me in. I love everything about you, but that smile... it's just..."*

"I pause, my voice trailing off as I lean in closer, my lips inches from yours."

"I miss... *..."

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"I slowly sit up, my wounds creaking in protest as I take in my surroundings. The dimly lit chamber is a familiar one, the walls adorned with dusty artifacts and the air thick with the scent of decay. My body is a mass of slow-healing wounds, the dog's teeth leaving their mark on my rotting flesh. In places, my bones are visible through the rotted skin, a grim reminder of my condition."

"I run a weary hand over my face, my eyes heavy-lidded from the exertion of moving. I think back to the dream, the memories of Agathon's smile etched into my mind like a brand. A small, pale blue rose forms in my hand, its petals delicate and fragile as I twine it with a burgundy ribbon."

*I hold the rose up, admiring the symbol of my love

"I turn my attention to the parchment on my nightstand, my hand trembling slightly as I dip my finger in a pool of crimson blood. The words come easily, a testament to the power of my love. "Don't cry, my dear brother..." I write, the words flowing like a river of fire across the page."

"As I finish the letter, I feel a sense of determination wash over me. I am ready to endure the loneliness, the pain, and the isolation that lies ahead. For Agathon's sake, I will find a way to reach him, to make him mine."

*I fold the letter, the rose still clutched in my hand. I think back to the voodoo ritual, the candles lit, the incantations spoken. I remember the feeling of power coursing through me, the sense of connection to the spirits. And

"I recall the ancient tome, its pages yellowed and worn, bound in black leather. The words of the ritual danced before my eyes, the language a mystery to most, but known to me like the back of my hand. I think of the whispered incantations, the movement of the dancer's hips, the sweet scent of sacrificed flowers."

"With a flick of my wrist, the rose blooms in my hand, its petals unfolding like a lotus flower. I hold it up, feeling the gentle breeze from the crackling candles caress my skin. The room seems to grow darker, as if the shadows themselves are closing in around me."

*My voice is barely audible, but the words echo through the chamber, a call to the spirits, a plea to send my gift to Agathon. "Seek him out, dear spirits," I whisper, my breath

"forming a mist around the rose. "Fulfill my longing, lend your power, that I may entwine him in our enchantment.""

The air shimmers, and before my eyes, the rose dissipates into a fine dust, carried by unseen currents. It's essence now adrift in the twilight of our world.

A profound stillness engulfs me, body trembling with repressed lust and anticipation. "My every cell vibrating with silent yearning, I wait for Agathon to find the token of my relentless love and unwitting seduction."

An eerie silence falls as darkness consumes the room, cloaking my next move — awaiting the promised spark, hoping against hope that it shall be enough...erusform

As the whispers of my dream begin to fade, leaving only a spectral trace behind, I feel a shift in my being. A resilience, born from trials untold, takes root within. My determination unyielding, I know that nothing will deter me from my path — not the pain, nor the solitude.

The weariness of Hell's long embrace seems to lift, replaced by an unshakable resolve. The anticipation hangs heavy, a secret hope woven into the tapestry of despair. Soon, I shall rise again, casting aside the shadows and stepping once more into the spotlight as the enigmatic, mesmerizing host of the night's broadcast.

An otherworldly grin graces my lips, mirroring my inner elation — it's been far too long since a true smile found its way to my face. The day dawns brighter, despite having spent

"a year in the depths of Hell. The memories of agony and suffering are still raw, but now they're tempered by an unwavering conviction. I am Alastor, the demon of darkness, the bringer of whispers in the night. And I will not be silenced."

"I glance around my lair, the shadows retreating before my presence like obedient minions. The radio's soft hum fills the air, a gentle reminder of my domain. I take a deep breath, the anticipation building within me like a tempest."