Crimson Reflections

*Capítulo Cinco*

The drive back home was marked by a heavy silence. The sleek, black sedan glided through the city streets, its tires whispering over the asphalt as the sun dipped below the horizon. Allistair sat in the back seat with his parents and Allex, staring out the window but not really seeing the passing cityscape. His mind was a storm of thoughts and emotions, each more confusing than the last.

Alexander, driving with a focused expression, seemed lost in his own thoughts, while Raine, in the passenger seat, occasionally glanced at Allistair in the rearview mirror, concern etched on his face. Allex, beside Allistair, remained quiet, her gaze fixed ahead, her worry barely masked.

"How are you holding up, Allistair?" Raine finally broke the silence with a soft, yet concerned voice.

Allistair slowly turned his head towards his father, trying to muster a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm… okay, Dad. I just… need some time to think."

Raine nodded, his expression a mix of sadness and understanding. "I understand. It's important that you take the time you need. What happened today was… a lot to process."

Allex reached out, placing a comforting hand on Allistair's shoulder. "We're here for you, Allistair. Whatever you need, just let us know."

Allistair gave a small nod, grateful for the support but still feeling overwhelmed. The sedan continued its steady journey, the gentle hum of the engine and the occasional sound of traffic the only interruptions in the silence.

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Back at the mansion, the atmosphere was tense yet expectant. The grand estate, usually a haven of peace, now seemed to carry an air of unresolved tension. Alexander and Raine led Allistair inside, their steps purposeful but slow.

As they entered the foyer, the familiar surroundings did little to ease the weight of the day's events. The grandeur of the mansion, with its elegant decor and polished floors, felt strangely indifferent to the emotional turmoil that had engulfed the family.

Allex guided Allistair towards the living room, where a modern fireplace cast a warm glow, contrasting with the cold, unsettling encounter with Samael that still lingered in Allistair's mind.

"Why don't you sit down for a while?" Allex suggested gently, guiding Allistair to a plush armchair by the fire. "We can talk or just be quiet. Whatever you need."

Allistair sank into the chair, his body tired and his mind racing. He stared into the fire, watching the flames flicker and dance, finding a strange comfort in their unpredictable motion. The warmth of the room was soothing, but it did little to calm the storm inside him.

Raine and Alexander took seats nearby, their expressions serious. Raine's eyes were filled with compassion, while Alexander's were steely with concern.

"You know," Raine began, breaking the silence, "Samael's claim that you're his mate… it's not something to be taken lightly. But it's also important to remember that you have a choice in this."

Allistair glanced at his father, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and fear. "But how can I be sure of anything? How can I know if his my mate? No the right question is

..What if his not?"

Alexander leaned forward, his expression softening slightly. "We'll get through this, Allistair. We've faced challenges before, and we'll face this one together. You're not alone in this."

Allistair nodded, trying to draw strength from his parents' support. "I just need some time to figure things out. I don't know what's real or what's a product of my fears and dreams."

As the evening wore on, the conversation turned to more practical matters. Allistair's parents discussed arrangements for his stay at the mansion, ensuring that he would have the space and time he needed to reflect. They also talked about reaching out to allies who might offer additional support or insight. And also the preparation for tomorrow's coronation and awakening.

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Later that night, as Allistair lay in his room, the events of the day replayed in his mind like a relentless tide. The room was a haven of comfort, its rose-themed decor a reminder of the family's love and support. Yet, even in this sanctuary, Allistair felt the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him.

The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle light across the room. Allistair's thoughts turned to Samael, his intense presence, and the unsettling possessiveness that had accompanied their last encounter. The image of Samael's fierce gaze, his declaration of possessiveness, and the haunting dreams were all interwoven in a complex tapestry of fear and desire.

As Allistair tried to quiet his racing thoughts, a soft knock on the door interrupted his solitude. It was Allex, her face gentle and reassuring as she entered.

"Mind if I join you for a bit?" she asked, her voice soothing.

Allistair managed a small smile. "Of course, Allex."

Allex sat on the edge of the bed, her presence a calming influence. "I know things are really confusing right now. Just remember, whatever happens, you're not alone in this."

She reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair from Allistair's face, her touch tender and reassuring. "We're all here for you," she continued softly. "If you need to talk or just need some company, I'm right here. You don't have to go through this alone."

Allistair looked up at Allex, his eyes filled with gratitude and uncertainty. "Thank you, Allex. I don't even know where to start with all this. Everything's been so overwhelming."

Allex offered him a warm, understanding smile. "Take it one step at a time. Sometimes, just focusing on the present moment can help clear away some of the fog. And remember, no matter what happens, we'll face it together."

She then grinned mischievously, leaning in closer. "And if all else fails, I could always sneak a steamy Boy's Love novel into the king's study. Imagine his face when he gets caught with that. Or better yet, I'll just kick his royal ass and make him apologize."

Allistair burst out laughing, the weight on his chest easing. "I'd love to see that—especially the part where you kick his royal ass."

There was a knock on the door that stopped the there laughing and Alexander's voice called out from the other side. "Allistair, can we talk?"

Allex gave Allistair a reassuring nod before standing and heading towards the door. "I'll give you some privacy. Just remember, I'm here if you need me."

Allistair nodded appreciatively as Allex opened the door and stepped out to meet his father. Alexander entered the room with a concerned expression, his eyes softening as he looked at his son.

"How are you holding up?" Alexander asked, his voice tinged with both worry and fatherly affection.

Allistair took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. "It's been tough, Father. I'm still trying to make sense of everything that happened."

Alexander walked over and sat down beside him on the bed. "I understand. It's a lot to process. But remember, you're not alone in this either. We're all here for you, and we'll figure things out together."

Allistair nodded, feeling a slight sense of relief from his father's words. "Thanks, father. I'm trying to make sense of my feelings and the connection I have with Samael, but it's so confusing."

Alexander placed a comforting hand on Allistair's shoulder. "Take your time. There's no rush to have all the answers right now. Focus on what you need and how you feel. We'll support you no matter what."

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darkening as he added, "As for the king… our friendship isn't what it used to be. I'm still angry with him for what he did to you, to our home. If it comes to it, I won't hesitate to confront him. No one, not even the king, has the right to hurt you like that."

With that, Alexander gave a

reassuring pat and stood up,

giving Allistair some space to

unwind. As the door closed behind him, Allistair felt the

room's quiet embrace, but his

mind remained troubled.

The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall. Exhausted, Allistair closed his eyes and allowed the exhaustion to pull him under. As he drifted into sleep, his mind was immediately drawn back into the haunting dreamscape.

In his dream, he found himself in an oddly golden room-a chamber bathed in an otherworldly light that seemed to pulse and shift with every breath. The walls were adorned with intricate patterns of gold and crimson that danced in the flickering light, casting long, eerie shadows. A pool of blood lay at the center of the room, its surface rippling with an unsettling, dark sheen.

The golden light played tricks on his senses, creating an atmosphere that was both mesmerizing and disorienting. The blood seemed almost alive, moving with a sinister grace that made Allistair's heart race.

From the shadows, the familiar figure emerged, though still shrouded in darkness. The man's form was an enigmatic silhouette, his presence both commanding and elusive. Allistair's body responded instinctively, his pulse quickening as the figure approached him.

The dreamscape shifted, and Allistair found himself lying in the pool of blood, the warm, metallic scent filling his senses. The man's touch was both intense and electrifying, igniting a desperate yearning within Allistair. Each movement, each caress, Was laced with an urgency that seemed to echo the turmoil within Allistair's heart.

The man pinched his nipples while licking and sucking his neck ilicitting a moan from him. Then the man's hand wandered down to his cock and pumped it till he was a moaning mess.

"Ahh ahh mmm Hhh no ahh so good...yes fuck ."

Allistair didn't know whether to stop the man or to let him violate his body more.

As the man's touch grew more insistent, Allistair's breath came in short, sharp gasps. The intensity of the experience was overwhelming, every sensation magnified in the dream's surreal, almost feverish setting. The contrast between the cold, slick blood and the heat of their bodies created a disorienting, yet oddly intoxicating, dichotomy.

Then the man with a strong swift thrust entered his tight hole which caused him to scream loudly and to cry in pain and pleasure.

"Aaaaahhhh Mi Alfa noooo god fuck."

The man's grunts and groan were also heard by Allistair as the man drowned in him. Skin slapping against skin. The man's thrust grow violent as he fucked him harder and faster in a speed so inhumane all he can do is to bear the impact and clung to the man in desperate need while drowned in a moaning mess.

"Ugh Amica Mea you're too tight shit fuck I can't get enough of you. Fuck it ugh."

"My love nnghh more fuck me more."

"Like this?." Then the man pistoned his hole more abusing his spot till they both cummed in a heated frenzy.

The man then fucked him again in the sea of blood. The mingling scent of cum and blood balsamic sandalwood with the scent of fire and the scent of roses, jasmine honey and vanilla drove them to madness.

"Mo....re nnyyahh hhh Mi Al...fa fuc..k me mo...re yes there Oh hell fuck." Allistair moaned brokenly his tounge peeking out, his eyes rolling back in pleasure riding the man.

"God baby, Amica Mea shit you look like my slut hhhmm no my queen who is a slut for my cock

.. fuck." The man's voice was filled with aggressiveness and madness while thrusting violently into Allistair's tight hole.

"Oh yes fuck ahh nnghh oh hell.... I'm your slut fuck Miii Al...phaa so...gooood."

Allistair's moans were lost in the golden haze, his sense of time and space becoming increasingly fluid. The man's movements were powerful and unrelenting, driving Allistair to the edge of his control. The pool of blood seemed to merge with the sensations, amplifying the intensity of the encounter.

Just as the climax of the dream reached its peak, the sensation of the man's touch and the blood became a swirling storm of overwhelming emotions. Allistair's cries echoed through the chamber, a mix of pleasure and confusion that resonated in the dream's surreal environment.

As the dream's intensity reached its zenith, Allistair's consciousness began to unravel. The blood, the light, the man's figure-all of it seemed to collapse into a vortex of chaotic sensations, pulling Allistair away from the dreamscape.

With a sudden jolt, Allistair awoke, his body drenched in sweat and his heart pounding furiously. The room was now bathed in the soft, golden light of dawn, the golden hues of the dream lingering in the edges of his vision. He lay there, gasping for breath, trying to reconcile the vivid, disorienting dream with the reality of the morning.

As the sunlight filtered through the curtains, Allistair struggled to ground himself, the remnants of the dream still clinging to him like a heavy fog. The dream had left him disoriented and shaken, the intense experience a stark reminder of the deep, unresolved emotions that continued to haunt him.

He lay there, trying to calm his racing heart, the morning light offering a bittersweet comfort as he prepared to face whatever the day might bring.

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