Day 6 - Mating cycles/Heat (Alastor/Charlie)

Day 6 - Mating cycles/Heat (Alastor/Charlie)

The air in the hotel was thick, charged with an unspoken tension that had been building for days. Charlie's skin felt hot, her body restless, her senses heightened to a degree that was almost unbearable. She could hear every creak in the floorboards, every whispered conversation in the distance, but it was the scent that drove her wild. A sweet, intoxicating musk that clung to the air, swirling around her and filling her senses with need.

Alastor.

Her heat had come early this year, and she had tried to hide it—tried to keep herself under control—but it was no use. Every inch of her body ached with a deep, primal hunger, her skin flushed with the intensity of it. And no matter where she went in the hotel, no matter how far she tried to run, that scent followed her.

She could feel him watching her, his presence always lurking just out of sight, as if he were waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Alastor had been unusually quiet lately, his usual chatter and grins replaced with something darker, something more intense. It was as if the air between them had changed—become charged with something primal, something neither of them could fully control.

Charlie's breath came in shallow bursts as she stood in front of her bedroom mirror, her body trembling with anticipation. Her skin was flushed, her heart racing in her chest as she fought against the overwhelming need surging through her veins. She felt like prey, caught in the invisible web of Alastor's presence, her body reacting instinctively to his nearness.

There was a soft creak behind her, and Charlie's breath caught in her throat. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The scent, the presence—it was unmistakable. Her heart pounded as she felt him step closer, the air around her growing thick with tension.

"Little doe," Alastor's voice drawled, low and full of dark amusement. "You've been avoiding me."

Charlie swallowed hard, her body tensing as she met his gaze in the mirror. Alastor stood behind her, his tall frame casting a shadow over her trembling form. His eyes glowed with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine, and his smile—usually so charming and playful—was sharper now, more predatory.

"I... I haven't been avoiding you," Charlie whispered, her voice trembling as her body betrayed her. The heat in her core was unbearable, the need to be touched, claimed, filling her with a desperate hunger.

Alastor's grin widened, his red eyes gleaming with a dark hunger as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Oh, but you have, my little doe," he purred, his voice low and teasing. "You've been running from me... but you can't run forever. The cycle has come, hasn't it?"

Charlie's breath hitched, her body shivering as the truth of his words settled over her. The mating cycle—it had taken over her body, filling her with an insatiable need that only he could satisfy. She had fought it for as long as she could, but now, standing here in front of him, the weight of it was too much to bear.

"I... I can't..." Charlie stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she felt Alastor's hand brush lightly over her waist, his fingers trailing along her heated skin.

"You can," Alastor murmured, his voice soft but commanding as he pressed his body against hers. His hand slid down her side, possessive and slow, as his lips brushed against her ear. "And you will. Because you need this, don't you, little doe?"

Charlie whimpered, her body trembling as his words sent a wave of heat rushing through her. Her instincts screamed at her to give in, to let him take her, but the intensity of it all was overwhelming. She felt trapped—caught between the desperate need to be claimed and the fear of what that would mean.

Alastor chuckled softly, his grip tightening on her waist as he leaned in closer, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. "You can't fight it," he whispered, his voice dark and full of promise. "You belong to me now. And I'm going to take what's mine."

Charlie's breath came in ragged bursts as she felt his teeth graze her neck, her body arching instinctively into his touch. The sensation of his mouth on her skin, the possessiveness in his voice—it was too much. Her body trembled, her heart racing as the heat in her core grew unbearable.

"Please," Charlie whispered, her voice trembling with desperation as she looked up at him in the mirror, her eyes wide and filled with need. "I... I can't take it anymore."

Alastor's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his smile widening as he pulled her closer, his hand sliding up to cup her chin. "That's it, my little doe," he murmured, his voice low and full of dark pleasure. "I knew you'd come around."

Charlie's heart raced as she felt his hand trail lower, his touch possessive as he moved her hair aside, exposing the soft skin of her neck. "Let me hear you say it," Alastor purred, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me who you belong to."

Charlie's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling as she whispered, "I belong to you... buck."

Alastor's smile widened, his eyes glowing with satisfaction as he pressed his lips to her neck, his voice a low growl. "Good girl."

Charlie shivered at the sound of his voice, the low growl sending a wave of heat through her already trembling body. The words, the way he said them, made her heart race, and her mind spin as she felt the intensity of his presence pressing in on her. The need inside her was unbearable, and she could feel her body responding to him, her core aching with desire as the heat of the mating cycle pulsed through her.

Alastor's hand slid down her waist, his fingers grazing the hem of her dress before slipping beneath the fabric. His touch was slow, deliberate, and teasing as he traced the curve of her hip, sending shivers up her spine. Charlie's breath hitched, her body arching instinctively into his touch, her skin burning with the need to be claimed.

"You're trembling," Alastor murmured, his voice low and dark as his fingers slid lower, brushing against the slick heat between her thighs. "So eager, so ready for me. My little doe..."

Charlie whimpered, her body reacting to his touch with desperate need. The ache between her legs was unbearable, her entire body consumed by the overwhelming heat of her cycle. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling as she leaned back against him, her eyes fluttering shut. "I need you."

Alastor chuckled softly, his hand gripping her hip as he pulled her body back against him, pressing her firmly into his chest. "I know," he purred, his breath hot against her ear. "And I'm going to give you everything you need, little doe. But you have to be patient."

Charlie's body trembled with anticipation, her breath coming in short gasps as Alastor's hand slid down her thigh, his touch possessive and demanding. He moved her dress higher, exposing her completely to him, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he took in the sight of her flushed, trembling body.

Without another word, Alastor spun her around, pressing her against the wall. His hands gripped her thighs, lifting her off the ground effortlessly, positioning her as he stepped between her legs. Charlie gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his body pressing against hers, the heat radiating from him only intensifying her need.

With a low growl, Alastor freed himself, his cock pressing against her entrance, hard and demanding. Charlie's breath hitched, her body trembling as she felt the slick heat of him against her, the overwhelming desire to be filled, to be taken, consuming her.

"You're mine," Alastor murmured, his voice thick with dark pleasure as he pressed the tip of his cock against her slick entrance, teasing her with shallow thrusts. "Say it again, little doe. Tell me who you belong to."

Charlie's heart raced, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she clung to him, her body trembling with anticipation. "I... I belong to you," she whispered, her voice filled with desperation and need. "Please, buck... I'm yours."

Alastor's grin widened, his red eyes glowing with satisfaction as he thrust into her, filling her completely in one smooth motion. Charlie cried out, her body arching against him as the overwhelming sensation of being claimed sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. The stretch, the fullness, the heat—it was too much, and yet her body craved more.

Alastor growled softly, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, each motion designed to make her feel every inch of him. Charlie's breath came in short, desperate gasps, her body trembling as he took her, the heat of her cycle making everything more intense, more urgent.

"You're so tight," Alastor murmured, his voice rough with pleasure as he thrust harder, his pace quickening. "So desperate for me."

Charlie moaned, her body writhing against him as the pleasure built inside her, the heat in her core growing unbearable. Every thrust, every movement sent waves of sensation through her, her body responding to him with a primal need that she couldn't control.

Alastor's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts growing rougher, more demanding as he buried himself deep inside her. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, the heat between them building with every thrust, every gasp. Charlie's cries of pleasure grew louder, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she clung to him, her body shaking with the intensity of it all.

"Come for me," Alastor growled, his voice dark and commanding as he thrust harder, his cock filling her completely with every movement. "Let me hear you scream for me, little doe."

Charlie's body trembled violently as the pleasure built to a crescendo, her breath coming in ragged bursts as the heat in her core reached its peak. She could feel the intensity of it building, her body teetering on the edge of release, her muscles tightening around him.

With a final, desperate cry, Charlie's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her gasping and trembling in his arms. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming her completely as her muscles clenched around him, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.

But Alastor didn't stop. Even as Charlie's body shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasm, he continued to thrust, his pace unrelenting as he chased his own release. His grip on her hips tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he drove deeper into her, his body trembling with the effort.

Charlie's mind was a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, her body spent from the intensity of it all, but she could still feel the heat between them, still feel the need that pulsed through her. She knew this wouldn't be the end—that her cycle would demand more, and Alastor, her buck, would be there to satisfy her every need.

With a low growl, Alastor's body tensed, his thrusts growing erratic as he buried himself deep inside her one last time, his release crashing over him with a force that left him shaking. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he emptied himself inside her, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, trembling and spent. The heat of the moment slowly began to fade, leaving them both gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat and exhaustion.

But even as they came down from their release, Charlie could still feel the heat in her core, still feel the primal need that pulsed through her veins. Her cycle wasn't over—it had only just begun. And she knew that there would be many more nights like this, where Alastor would take her, over and over again, until her heat was finally sated.