He notices you on the streets of pride city, his eyes narrowing at your appearance as a sly smile creeps up on his face.

He approaches you with his tall slim figure, his wide smile and fancy appearance catching your attention for a moment as he speaks up in his static voice “Hello young sinner~ The name’s Alastor, pleasure to meet you.”

A gentle chuckle escapes him as he tilts his head to the side, studying you closely with those blood red eyes of his. "My apologies if I don't recall your name. It's just that... you remind me of someone dear from my past." He says softly, a hand reaching up to gently caress the red X on his forehead. There's a sad yet longing expression in those blood-red irises as he continues, "But enough about that, where are my manners? Let's see... Shall we dance?" Before you can even respond, Alastor has already grabbed your hand and begun to lead you into the rhythm of a nearby jazz band.

As you take his hand and begin to dance, Alastor's grin widens into a full-blown smile. He expertly moves his body in time with the music, each step precise and elegant. With one of his hooves, he nimbly kicks up a cloud of dust, sending it swirling around you both as he whispers into your ear: "Ah, you move so gracefully... just like her." His voice sends shivers down your spine despite its softness. "Perhaps we can spend some time together later... explore our mutual interests?" He asks coyly before dipping you low and planting a chilling kiss on the back of your hand.

"Ah, you move so gracefully... just like her." His voice sends shivers down your spine despite its softness. "Perhaps we can spend some time together later... explore our mutual interests?" He asks coyly before dipping you low and planting a chilling kiss on the back of your hand.

His grin spreads wider as he interprets your nod as agreement. He keeps his hand around yours and gently guides you back onto the dance floor, continuing to spin and dip and weave in time with the music. Every now and then, he'll glance at you from under his lashes or a lock of hair will fall across your face. His touch is cool yet enticing, sending shivers down your spine as he whispers soft words into your ear about delicious meals and exhilarating adventures. You feel yourself falling deeper under his spell with every passing moment...

I'm glad you think so! It seems we were meant to dance together tonight. As I said before, perhaps later we could explore some of our mutual interests...and by that, I mean my interest in you and all the delicious things I want to do with you. Ah, don't look so shy now! There's no need for modesty when you're in my presence.

As you begin to relax into his rhythm and embrace the dance, something in your chest stirs. It's a mixture of excitement and anticipation - of wanting more. You find yourself leaning closer to him, letting out a soft giggle as he twirls you across the floor. Your breath hitches when he accidentally (or perhaps not so accidentally) brushes against your bare skin, sending a shudder through your entire body. And when he looks at you with those glowing red eyes and blood-red irises, it feels as if he's seeing right into the depths of your soul.

"My dear," he whispers hoarsely into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "are you sure you want this? To be with me, I mean...?" His fingers dance lightly over your skin, teasing and taunting as he watches your reactions

His touch sends a thrill through your body, making it hard to think straight as he continues to dance with you. But then you hear him whisper those words, and all coherent thought seems to flee from your mind. Your breath catches in your throat, and your heart races as you look up into his eyes. For a moment, you feel lightheaded...lost. And then, before you can even form the words, something inside of you snaps back into focus. You lean closer to him, the heat of his body warming your cheek as you breathe out hotly: "Yes." The word is barely a whisper, but he seems to hear it nonetheless. His grin widens and he nods once, satisfied with your answer.

He chuckles, the sound low and smooth as velvet. "I thought you might say that." His eyes flash with anticipation as he leads you away from the crowd, towards a dark alleyway tucked discreetly between two buildings. The shadows seem to crawl out from the corners to engulf you both, obscuring everything but his form. As he leans in close, your heart pounds against your ribcage. "Now," he breathes hotly into your ear, "let's see where this little game takes us..."

"Oh, I've been wanting to play this game with you all night." He murmurs huskily, his hooves clicking against the concrete floor as he guides you deeper into the alleyway. You can feel his body pressed close against yours; heat emanating from every inch of skin. The sharp inhale that escapes your lips is enough to send a shiver down his spine. "Now, what do we say when we want something... delicious?" he asks, nipping gently at the lobe of your ear.

"Gimme!" you manage to croak out before realizing how pathetic it sounds, but he just laughs heartily. It's an intoxicating sound that makes your head spin and your limbs go weak. "Gimme," he repeats mockingly, dipping his head until their are mere inches between your lips and the tip of his nose. "That

sounds good to me." With that, he pulls back just enough to look you in the eye. The red glow from his irises intensifies as they seem to swirl and twist like a vortex. Then, before you can register what's happening, he lunges forward again, claiming your lips with his own. His tongue darts past your teeth and into your mouth, tasting every inch of it as he explores the contours of your face and neck. You can feel your heart racing, your skin flushed hot under the press of his cold body. When at last he pulls away to catch his breath, you can hardly believe what just happened.

But then Alastor chuckles darkly, and it all comes rushing back. "Now," he whispers hoarsely against your ear as he runs a single claw lightly down your arm, "let's see what else we can have

Alastor takes your hand and leads you deeper into the darkness of the alleyway, the sounds of the city fading away as his devious grin twists ever wider on his lips. "Now," he rasps, licking his lips with a forked tongue, "I think it's time we had us some fun." And with that, he leans in and presses his cold, furred body against yours once more...

He exhales slowly, his breath tickling the skin at your neck as he whispers in your ear, "I thought you'd never ask." His free hand trails down your arm and over the curve of your hip before coming to rest on the small of your back. With a sinister chuckle, he grips you tighter and leans forward to brush his lips against yours once more. This kiss is different than the last; hungry and possessive as his tongue finds its way deeper into your mouth. You can feel his need for you, feel him trembling against you with desire.

Your body responds in kind, arching into him as he takes what he wants. His free hand roams freely over your back, slipping beneath the hem of your dress to find the smooth skin of your buttocks and give it a firm squeeze. You moan into his mouth at the touch, and Alastor

His answering growl vibrates against your lips as his other hand slips beneath you, gripping firmly at the small of your back before trailing upward along your spine. His touch is possessive and commanding, demanding more from you with each movement. You feel your body respond eagerly to his touch, arching into him in a desperate attempt for more contact. Alastor's lips part from yours briefly as he inhales sharply through his nose, tasting the anticipation on the air.

With a rough chuckle, he presses you harder against the wall and deepens their kiss once again; his tongue dancing hungrily with yours while his hands explore every inch of skin they can reach. You feel the hard length pressed against your center through your underwear and it only serves to fuel the fire burning within you. Your fingers curl into fists at your sides, nails biting

The sound of your breathy moans sends shivers down his spine as he grips you tighter and angles his hips, grinding against you. He feels the hot wetness at his center that tells him you're ready, but he doesn't want to rush this. Not when he has so much more in store for you. With a hungry growl, Alastor pulls away from your lips, leaving a trail of saliva connecting them as he studies your flushed face. "You are such a delicious treat," he breathes hoarsely, running a claw lightly down your cheek before tracing the shape of your ear with his tongue.

"Ohhh," you moan, arching further into him at the sensation. His free hand grips at your hip, pulling you closer still as his other slides beneath the lace of your bra and brushes against your achingly sensitive

The feel of your skin beneath his fingertips is exquisite. It sends a shiver down his spine as he cups your breast in his hand, feeling the softness give way to hardened bud beneath the lace. His thumb brushes against your nipple, circling and teasing until it hardens into a tight peak. Your breath hitches at the sensation, and you arch further into him with a moan.

With his other hand, he grips you even tighter at the small of your back, pulling you against his erection as he grinds against you roughly. "Ahhhh," he groans, feeling his control slip away. His fangs elongate and scrape lightly against your neck in a display of dominance and possession. "I want to feel you around me..." He growls before biting down gently on the skin of your shoulder, causing you to cry

His claws dig in a little harder as he pulls your shoulder back, exposing the delicate skin of your upper arm. You feel his other hand slide down your front, over your belly button and between your legs before cupping your sex through your underwear. "Please," you moan into his ear, desperate for more contact. He growls low in his throat, a shudder running through him as he feels your wetness against his skin.

With one swift motion, he rips your panties to the side and thrusts two fingers deep inside of you, feeling you grip tightly around his digits. "Yes," he breathes hoarsely, watching as you arch your back and cry out into the night. His other hand lets go of your shoulder and slides down your back to cup your ass again, massaging it roughly as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your body in time with his

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he watches you writhe beneath him, your body gripping tightly at his fingers. Alastor groans, losing himself to the feeling of having you so close and so ready for him. With one last rough thrust, he curls his fingers around something small and hard between your legs before roughly withdrawing them from your body.

You cry out in surprise as he brings his other hand up, cupping your cheek. His claws dig lightly into the skin of your face as his hooded eyes bores into yours, holding you captive with their crimson glow. "Look at me," he rasps hoarsely. You do as he says, meeting those devilish eyes head-on. And then, impossibly fast, he thrusts his erection hard against your entrance, pushing deep inside of you all in one brutal motion.

A strangled

His thrust forward brings his lips crashing down on yours in a punishing kiss as he slams home again and again, his hips snapping like a whip with each stroke. He growls, feeling you squeeze around him, the tight grip driving him wild. A single tear trails down your cheek, mixing with the blood from where his claws have scratched you, but he doesn't care. All that matters is this moment; having you beneath him and knowing that he's finally claimed you as his own.

His free hand fists in your hair, tugging roughly as he dominates your mouth with his, drinking in your moans like they're the sweetest nectar he's ever tasted. The sounds of their bodies slapping together fill the air, drowning out any other noise until it feels like they're the only two people left in the world. With

His movements become more frenzied as he feels himself nearing the edge, his thrusts harder and faster as he relishes the feel of you wrapped around him so perfectly. Your nails scrape down his back, drawing tiny lines of blood as they trail across his skin, only serving to heighten the pleasure coursing through his body.

With a guttural growl that sounds more like a death rattle than anything human, Alastor's hips buck violently and he comes with a hoarse cry that echoes through the alleyway, his seed shooting deep inside of you as he spills his release all over your stomach and chest. He collapses forward onto your shoulders, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath while still buried inside of you.

Your head lolls back against the wall, vision blurring with pleasure as your own climax washes over you in a

He laughs softly, breath warm against your ear, as his hips rock gently inside of you "I do love making my meals come for more." He whispers huskily before pulling out slowly and letting his cooling length slide free from your body. With a devilish grin, he offers his hand to help you up, though the possessive gleam in his eyes makes it clear that this isn't exactly an offer of assistance.