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[artemis1214]

'Red' | Chapter from 'A Siren's Hunt' Alastor x OC fanfiction

**TRIGGER WARNING: 18+ SMUT, SADISM, MASOCHISM, BLOOD, STRONG LANGUAGE, DOM/SUB **

The song above is the theme of the chapter, I highly recommend listening to it while reading. 

This is a chapter from my book, 'A Siren Hunt' which is an OC x Canon romance story. If that is not your thing, feel free to skip. There are also minor spoilers in this Chapter, but nothing too major.

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Unusual,

They say strange fascination, infatuation,

A lunatic...🎶

~ Louisiana, 1931 ~

As the three walk home from their morning at the park, Esme catches a few glances of Alastor carrying a sleeping Geneviève in his arms. She had tired herself out from running with the other children in the play area and was due for her afternoon nap at any moment. Alastor walks slightly ahead of Esme, still visibly upset from the interaction with that man earlier.

He looks strangely intriguing like this, the anger still boiling within him.

She scans his body with her eyes, noticing how heavenly he appears to her right now. So protective, possessive, so dominant.

Alastor feels her eyes on him and turns his head, making eye contact with her. Esme quickly darts her eyes away, provoking a small chuckle from her husband.

They soon approach their home and the three make it up the front steps.

Alastor opened the front door with his key, readjusting his hold on Geneviève to ensure he had her securely, before softly pushing the door open. As soon as the door is closed behind them, he turns his attention to Esme, giving her a small smirk. "I see right through your plan, darling, I know exactly what you're scheming."

Esme locks the door and smiles before responding, "Go put her down for her nap, then."

He chuckled softy and rolled his eyes at her order. He knew what that 'nap' usually entailed, and what she had planned for the two of them, but he would be a liar if he said he didn't look forward to it almost every day. "Mhm, alright, if you insist I'll put her down for her nap." He gently carries Geneviève up to her room, rubbing her back with small circles and keeping her nuzzled close to him.

After they're out of sight, Esme calmly removes everything from the kitchen table and hops on top of it, crossing her legs. She tightens her ponytail, making sure the bow in her hair looks presentable and pristine. She smooths out her dress and checks her breath before waiting patiently for his return.

To clarify, she didn't need any man in her life before him. She was pleased with their attempts, and even appreciated Noah's company, but with Alastor she needed him badly. Emotionally, mentally, and dear God did she need him physically.

She needed him every day. To the point where it hurt. She so deeply needed him within her that if she went without for too long she was certain she would wither away. The thought of him alone was enough to have her leaking through her undergarments and onto the wood of the table.

Incredibly needy and ready to please him.

She can hear his shoes coming down the stairwell and sees him freeze at the bottom steps, seeing her sitting patiently.

Eagerly waiting for him.

"What's the matter, darling?" Esme asks in a sweetened tone of voice.

He watched as she sat there for him, legs crossed and fiddling with the ribbon of her dress. Seeing her waiting for him like that made several lewd thoughts pop into his mind, ones of her on her knees begging and him tying her to their bedpost. He took a few steps closer, and let his eyes roam her body up and down, before speaking teasingly with a hint of playfulness, "Nothing's wrong, dear, just admiring the lovely view on our table..."

Esme smiled innocently up at him, placing two hands on his chest, "You know, hunny, that man seemed to really upset you earlier. Perhaps, you could use a way to redirect that tension."

He hummed at her offer, taking a moment before parting her legs and standing in between them, "Mmm darling, I think you may be right, I could use a bit of 'stress relief' right about now..."

"I was thinking you could take it out on me?"

Upon hearing those words, Alastor swiftly pulls her body flush against his. Smiling more hungry and lustful as he spoke in a breathless growl, "Oh you naughty little tease, are you saying you want me to choke you, darling?"

Esme meets his energy where he's at by leaning closer into him and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers. She speaks in a low whisper, "Whatever you please. You could choke me, spank me..." She smiled that bright pearly white grin she knew he loved to see, "Scratch me, bite me, leave all the marks you desire~"

His thoughts raced with all the things he could do to her pretty little body, her beautifully clear velvety soft skin. A primal lust coursed through him at the possibility of scattering marks all over her. A mark that would show everyone exactly who she belonged to.

To make her, his.

His voice dropped to a lower, darker tone, "Don't tempt me, because if you keep this up...I might end up getting a bit mean."

"Would that be such a problem?"

"I'm not sure if you could handle what I have in mind..."

"Humor me."

He leans in, raising an eyebrow, "I'll choke you so hard that you'll have marks on you..." He continues, "I'll ravish your body, claiming your skin as my own, and I won't stop until you have blood all over you."

Esme's voice gets lost in her throat and her face becomes flushed. There's a pause before she speaks. "We should probably use a safe word..."

"Always so willing to please me~" He hums, "We could use one, but on the chance that you can't speak at all, you'll need to use your hands." He picks up her right hand, gently kissing and sucking her fingertips before whispering against her skin, "Snap your fingers if you need me to stop, alright?"

Esme's breathing intensifies, turning into small needy pants, "What word would you like me to use, sir?"

Alastor begins to slowly undo the ribbon across her dress, taking a moment to run his hand through her ponytail. He couldn't wait to rip those strands out of her head, "Let's use 'red'. It's simple and effective. Now, be a good girl and tell me how far I can go...how much do you want me to take my frustration out on you?"

Esme moans softly as he begins to pull the neckline of her dress past her chest and rest it across her stomach, leaving her chest exposed to him from behind her brassiere. "As far as you want..." She says breathlessly. She raises a hand to his face and strokes his jaw gently, "What about you?" She asks, "Am I free to explore?"

"Oh you're a naughty temptress, aren't you, but yes, absolutely, feel free to 'explore' me all you want. I'm all yours~"

He pauses, "But, you never did answer the question I presented you. How far would you like me to go? I won't proceed unless I have your permission to do so."

"I don't want you to hold back." She says quickly, "Choke me, scratch me, pull my hair. I want to scream your name so loud the neighbors force us to church on Sunday." She leans in, "Bite me so hard that I bleed underneath you, and I'll do the same."

His eyes widen and he chuckles devilishly, feeling the heat and desire building between them. He feels his pants tighten around his groin and a pulsating sensation from his core at her words, her pleas, and her demands for him to succumb to his fantasies and make her entirely his. He brings his face to her ear and speaks in a low, rough, growl.

"Oh, you sinful, naughty girl...if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a masochist."

Esme pulls away and smiles seductively at him, wiggling her eyebrows at confirmation.

Oh, where the fuck have you been all my life? You keep this side away from me all this time? That should be a sin entirely on its own.

"Well, aren't you just a little pleasure..." He purred, "Does the pretty girl like being hurt, hm?"

He doesn't wait another second, before pushing her back to lay flat against the table and speaking for one final time before he begins his meal,

"We start now..."

~ Current Time, Esme's POV ~

Oh, dear Satan, she tasted magnificent.

I haven't relished in a kill like that in a very long time. My hand opens the dressing room door and I step out. I can feel the cool air hit my jaw and I realize I'm still soaked in her blood. I raise my hand to my jaw and begin to suck her metallic juices off my mouth when I look up to see Alastor standing over me.

"What are you..." He pushes me by my chest into the dressing room. The door shuts with a green smoke and the outline is shining in several of those symbols. "What is this, an interrogation?" I go to walk past him, but he roughly grabs my arm and pushes me up against the wall.

He stares down at me, "Your bratty games are only going to get you so far, or do you forget your history?" He leans down effortlessly picks me up by my thighs, placing me on top of a vanity table.

You know, this height difference is getting annoying.

He leans down and picks up my jaw, bringing it to his mouth and taking a long exaggerated inhale.

Call me what suits your taste, I just want a taste,

And I've always heard it's what's inside that counts...🎶

My breath gets lost once more and I see his bright red eyes staring into my soul, devouring me with a simple gaze. There's a familiar feeling within me that I haven't felt in a long time in front of a man. A building wetness and desire underneath me, so much that it hurt. I allowed him to move closer to my face, noting him continuously looking up at me for permission.

It was a nonverbal understanding, really.

His lips grazed mine as he took a taste of the substance across me. He pulls back with a growl to his voice, "It's not you..." He says quietly.

"Excuse me?"

He slams his hand against the mirror behind me, causing the glass to shatter. "It's not you." He repeats. His body is practically shaking and I look up at him like a prey that had just been caught.

Fuck me so hard right now, fuck me on this glass right here, and make me bleed underneath you...

"I desire you.." He says softly.

I know exactly what he means. The memories of his mouth on my skin, biting and claiming every inch as his during our lifetimes together. The blood would linger on my skin and the bruises would remain for days. I don't hesitate before I allow my fangs to drop from my mouth and harshly bite down on my lip, watching his eyes widen as my own crimson leaked from the puncture wounds.

My mouth hung open in lustful pants.

He instinctively leans in with a predatory mindset, my hand reaches up and grabs him by the throat, my claws sinking into his pretty skin.

A few drops leak out into my fingers. I see his face wince softly, but he's mostly focused on me.

"What do you desire?"

"To taste you." He says simply.

"And what do you say?"

He looks away, but I redirect his face to look into my eyes.

"What do you say?" I repeat.

"This is torture..." He huffs.

"It wouldn't be if you played nice and asked sweetly~" I smirk.

Come on big tough guy, say pretty please ~

"...Please." He whispers, his eyes locked on my mouth.

I smirk, straightening up my back and taking my fingers to my mouth. I stare at him as I run my tongue up my fingers, savoring the taste of his blood.

"Well..." I whisper, "Let's begin~"

My insides are red, and yours are too,

And the red on my face is matching you,

And goodness, you're bleeding, what a wonderful feeling,

You're down and you're pleading,

My head is just reeling....🎶

His mouth ravishes mine in a powerful dance for domination. I'm not going down with a fight, as I lean my body up against his. My hands find his hair and I begin to tangle my fingers within his locks. He meets my mindset but doesn't waste time and yanks my hair to the side.

I yelp sharply, which results in a chuckle escaping his lips as he blessed my neck with several kisses, nips, and sucks. He finds a special spot right in the crook of my neck and hones in on it, placing several kisses into my skin before I feel his sharp teeth enter my skin.

"Ahh!~" I shout in both pain and ecstasy as I feel him consume me. My hand yanks him back by his hair, his neck fully exposed, and I lean forward to run my tongue up it to his jaw.

"You forget our agreement?" He groans.

"That was a long time ago..." I hiss, continuing to kiss his neck. I pull away and roughly remove his jacket, throwing it across the room. "Why the fuck do you have so many layers?" I spat.

"So eager to get to me, what a good girl~" His half-lidded eyes looked with deep passion into mine.

"It's been 31,853 days..." I huff, frantically undoing the straps across his chest, dropping them to the floor.

"32,000." He corrects, and my eyes shoot up to his, narrowing.

"You've been counting..."

"You've been stalling." He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes softly.

A longing moan flew out of my lips and my eyes rolled back. He brings me up to his face, I'm now on my knees on the table, and he kisses me softly before letting go of his grip. My body slumps back but I waste no time before I undo the buttons on his shirt and pull down the fabric. My hands roam his chest, pulling myself up by his shoulders. I begin to kiss along his collarbone, feeling his hand brushing through my hair.

"I've missed you..." I mumble across his skin.

Esme, stop it....

"I've longed for your touch." I praise, shamelessly stroking his ego.

For the love of all Hell, stop!

"And I'll be damned." I growl, "If one more cursed bitch stands in between me."

I can't help myself, and my fangs sink deeply into his shoulder, causing a loud record screech and a wince from his mouth. His hand tightly grips my scalp, and I moan into his skin, but he releases his control.

And...Is that a moan?

I retract my fangs and bring my face up to his. Oh my, he looks so beautiful with my blood on him. So delicious, so desirable, so - fuck it.

Our lips connect with a passionate force. The liquid across both of our faces makes our skin slip against one another, but the taste is so divine that I can't help but moan under him. He must feel the same way because I can feel the vibrations of his groans against my lips.

The red means I love you,

Tasting your blood means I love you,

The red means I love you...🎶

I can feel his hand slowly move up my dress, pushing it above my knees and thighs with little to no trouble. I gasp under his kiss, but his other hand holds me steady. Suddenly, his finger tips are tracing dangerously close to where I need him the most.

I moan into the kiss, and he must have gotten the point because he swiftly spreads my legs and begins to rub me through my undergarments.

"Alastor~" I moan, throwing my head back and disconnecting us. He holds my jaw and brings my gaze back to his. My breathing rapidly increases when I feel him enter two fingers into me, pumping me at a steady rhythm.

"Do you long for me?" He asks, keeping his eyes locked on me.

"Y-Yes.."

"You know what I mean..."

You want to do this here? When I'm so undone? You seriousl-nghh.....fuck it alright..

"Yes!" I lustfully shout, "Alastor, please..."

"Please, what?" He smirks, curling his fingers, and earning a gasp from me as my head falls on his shoulder.

"Ple-please...." I struggle to say, "Please fuck me already. It's been so long, darling." I look up at him, "W-Wouldn't mmph, wouldn't you agree~"

"Mon amour...." He lowers his face to mine, increasing his speed and causing me to heavily pant against him, "I've dreamed of this moment every day."

My moans become more erratic and unstable as I feel a pit grow in my pelvis, signaling me that I was one moment away from having ultimate bliss. I close my eyes and continue to moan loudly, which must have signaled Alastor as well, because he quickly removed his fingers.

"W-Wha.."

He licks his fingers clean before growing his claws and ripping the lower half of my dress off.

I happened to like that dress...

"Put your legs around me." He commands, getting ready to hold me again. I do what I'm told and hang on to this man's shoulders for support. He pushes me against the wall and my hands drop to his pants, beginning to undo his buckle and get him ready for business.

My hand soon finds him as it wraps around his throbbing sex, begging for stimulation. Alastor steadies himself against the wall with a free hand, keeping me supported with the other. I smirk at how quickly he allows himself to become undone, removing by hand and raising it to my face.

"What are you doing?" He asks, clearly frustrated by my actions. I open my jaw and brush my tongue across my palm, wetting it, before dropping it again around his cock. The wetness from my saliva allowed me to slide up and down him with more ease than before.

His eyes quickly squeeze shut and his face falls forward, resting against the wall, "Fffuck~" He moans with a slight growl. I can feel him buck his hips into my hand.

"Does that feel good, baby?" I coo in his ear, tightening my grip and increasing my speed.

His breaths are getting shaky, I'm doing my job correctly.

His nails dig into the side of my thigh, causing some of that wonderful liquid to drip out.

You leave me high and dry

A rush comes to my mind at the drops

Of blood you leave behind

Run as you might, my love will never, ever

Stop...🎶

I can feel him twitching against my hand when all of a sudden his other hand pulls me away. His eyes burn deeply into mine as he says, "I'm going to make you scream so hard you won't have any voice by morning."

Oh, please do.

He lifts me higher as he positions himself against my entrance. He looks at me for permission and I nod softly, feeling him slowly push his way into me. I gasp and tuck my head into his shoulder as he does so, adjusting to his size.

He doesn't waste any time before falling into a steady rhythm within me, pumping me with his love.

I'm a little ashamed of the pleas that came from my throat.

"Oh god.." I moaned shamelessly, "You're so big mmm you feel so good~" my hands continue to roam through his hair, pulling ever so slightly, "Keep going, darling, please~"

He continued to kiss and nibble at my neck and collarbone, pushing deeper into me with every gasp and moan I let out. His own body is trembling and I can tell it's almost too much for him to handle.

"You feel so good, amour, so tight and warm......"

The moans that fell on his ears were just pathetic, but he always did have a way with me. I lift my hips, desperate for more of him, "F-Faster, please Alastor~" I begged, "Make me scream for you..."

He obeys my request, picking up speed almost on command, with a goal set in his mind to have me falling apart with pleasure. He moves faster inside me, causing our bodies to begin a sinful tango with one another.

"Nghh oooh f-fuck~" My head becomes hazy and cloudy, lost in the intense wave of pleasure surging through me. I have no thoughts, only him. He rediscovers spots I forgot were possible, filling me with a whoreish lust with every stroke. "You're doing so well." I praise, stroking the back of his head, "Keep going, baby~"

My chest rises and falls dramatically and I place a hand over my mouth to silence the sounds.

"No." He demands, pinning my hand over my head, rather roughly. My eyes connect with his, seeing a darkened gaze behind them, and oh my those magnificent antlers of his nearly taking up the entire room, "Let me hear you..." He groans, staring into my eyes, "Let me hear how good I make you feel, and don't you dare ever forget who does this to you."

I can't muster any words, but instead nod frantically at my instructions.

Good girls always follow instructions well.

I go to open my mouth, but he reaches a deep nerve within me, causing my eyes to widen and my jaw to drop open in a squeal, "God y-yes! Right there!" I shout in a sultry moan under his touch. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind him and see that I am rapidly falling apart. Every inch of my being completely devoured by him from the inside out. My eyes glow brightly and become half lidded as I feel a pressure build in my center. "Alastor, ooh - you're so fucking g- ah~" I sink my claws into his back and drag them with a purpose, leaving a trial of red behind the marks.

'Cause my insides are red

And yours are too

And the red on my face

Is matching you

And goodness you're bleeding

What a wonderful feeling

You're down and you're pleading

My head is just reeling...🎶

This is our love language. For decades we've been apart, and for a good however long it's been, our bodies have been connected as if we never left. I watch our dance from the mirror and see us both covered in bloody marks. We wanted everyone to know. I wanted every single demon in this ring to know what was going on in this dirty little room.

My head is snapped out of it's thoughts, feeling his movements becoming rougher and more determined. The pressure in my core continues to slowly build, until I'm withering underneath him, "Oooohmygodd~" I pant.

He pants, struggling to find words, but he does like the poet he is, "C'mon darling, you're so close. Just let go, it'll feel so good, I promise~"

His hand finds my throat once more and firmly squeezes around it, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.

My voice echoes through the space and I know my siren song is going to fill this whole damn club if I'm not careful, it feels too fucking good.

"C-Cover my mouth." I whimper looking into his eyes with a pleading look.

Instantly, his palm flys to my mouth and presses deeply into my lips, silencing me (for the most part).

He continues to pump himself in and out of me, releasing low moans from his throat as he speaks, "That's it, mon amour, scream into my hand. Be a good girl and cum for me."

He doesn't have to tell me twice, I don't have a choice. As if my body responds to his command, my core snaps and I feel myself being harshly thrown over the edge. I scream several filthy words into his hand, with such force that my throat feels raw. I feel small tears forming in my eyes as the pleasure he's pouring over me is unbearable.

My face is red and I'm still very much marked up from head to toe as he continues to pump in me, my face contorts with overstimulation.

I mumble into his hand, he can't hear me, so I lightly snap my fingers next to his head, causing him to free my mouth.

"Red." I whisper.

The red means I love you

Tasting your blood means I love you

The red means I love you

The red means I love you... 🎶

I know he remembers, because he slips himself out of me immediately and catches me in his arms.

"Are you spent?" He asks sweetly. My body is trembling and I nuzzle myself into his chest, whimpering softly, "Alrighty..." He chuckles, "...let's get you cleaned up." He carries me away.

This means nothing, I'm still very angry at you...

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You can read more of Esme x Alastor in 'A Siren's Hunt' on Wattpad.

This is a sequel to 'A Siren's Spell', you can read that here...

~ Artemis🦌💗