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Dirty Dealings (15/21)

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Rating = Mature (SMUT + Violence)

Chapter 15: The Shadow

When it happened; Alastor howled in such agony and anguish – he thought he might actually and truly lose all sense of sanity.

They didn’t leave right away, spending some time exploring the collection and to comment on the portraits that they liked. Others around them still looked and stared at Adeline every now and then; but no one approached either of them for the rest of the evening.

It was everything Alastor could do to not: throw a portal up, pick Adeline up into his arms and leave with her; right there in the middle of the studio in front of everyone. He was fuming. He hated the idea of her besting him here at his own game. The heat of his anger was only fueling another; he was incredibly aroused. This only added fuel to his fire; knowing that he had meant to take efforts this morning specifically to preventing this exact problem…another battle lost.

Meanwhile; Adeline was completely ignorant to his dark mood. She was enjoying the art gallery thoroughly, herself. None of the fears she had had; none of the looming possibilities of how Alastor might respond to her discovery ended up playing out how she had dreaded imagined. In fact; things had gone…very well. Feeling like she could now fully enjoy having found her new…potential; she finally relaxed and allowed herself to feel nothing but positive and happy for herself and in all her fulfillments.

Alastor felt this from her and things for him were only growing worse.

When they had seen the last of the artwork on display; Alastor took her hand. Looking at her; she saw his dark and hungry expression. It sent a hot coil into her belly; tightening and sending heat through her; and her need for him quickly simmered across each-and-every part of her.

He was pulling her with him; through a door that exited from the building and out into a dark and empty alley. Once the door had closed behind them; and finding themselves alone – Alastor pulled her into him and rather roughly, began kissing her.

His fervor surprised her; but she responded in kind. Her hands found and wrapped into his hair; clenching into fists; her body pressing against him and arching so that every piece of her was pressed against him. She gasped for air; his tongue slipping from her lips. She brought her face back to his and bit down on his lower lip; sharply – painfully – deliciously.

Alastor groaned. He was on fire. He remembered this feeling…his control sliding, slipping away. This felt just like their first night…together…one year ago.

He held her tightly in his arms; in the middle of the alley, well away from the wall. He had his own experiences with post-traumatic distress disorder and was careful not to trigger any awful memories for Adeline here.

Pressing her tightly into him with one arm; still kissing her, he reached behind her and with a twist of his wrist, he had a glowing-green portal form against the alley’s wall just behind her. Pulling her with him; he spun so that it was his back to the alley wall; his tongue entangled with hers, he leant back, holding her to him - and they fell together through the portal.

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Adeline barely could process that he had landed them skillfully in bed; they were in the dark of the cabin and he had somehow shifted smoothly into his radio demon form while they were falling. The portal above them closed in a whisp of green smoke and she realized that not only had he changed form; but that he was completely naked.

He held her to him; still kissing her with a desperate abandon that she felt slowly and surely consuming her. Moving, he lifted himself on his knees and pulled her to him. He slid her dress so that he was shifting her legs; encouraging her to wrap them around his waist. He meant for her to sit straddled there, in his lap but they were finding resistance in her attire.

Exasperated, he growled. Sliding his hands behind her back, he gripped at the fabric and tore the seams; giving them more to work with.

She gasped with surprising delight; heat flooding her face.

Then, using the sharpened edge of one claw; he slid it down – from the nape just at the back of her neck down clear to her tail bone, cutting a ragged slit into the garment. In a rush, he pushed the fabric aside from her shoulders, pulling down. He was debating on whether he should tear her bra into pieces as well when he realized…she hadn’t been wearing one. The dress had formed so well to her body; that Adeline had felt comfortable going without one. Heat rushed across Alastor’s skin at the thought; his erection giving more than enough indication that the idea of it had pleased him.

Still working to get her fully undressed; Alastor slashed and cut at the remainder of the hanging tatters. Adeline had herself pressed tightly against him now; kissing him feverishly all across his face, jaw, neck and shoulders; blissfully hindering his efforts. When his job was done; he found yet a new sensuous discovery. She had gone the entirety of their evening in the dress…and nothing but.

Groaning; he hiked her hips so that she was finally wrapped around him – his standing member pressed between them. He shifted and angled their positions so that his tight shaft could rub against her seeping sex as he moved himself to grind against her. Gasping again; Adeline wrapped her arms around him and bowed herself against him; their bodies pressing into each other like the perfect pieces to a puzzle.

Alastor’s head bent; his antlers had become heavy, the bases widening, the points lengthening at a rapid pace. Adeline shuddered against him and he grunted, groaning into her mouth now. She was so wet for him that she was dripping; strings of it touching his legs and coating his penis.

They both were panting now, Adeline had began moaning; her body growing limp in his arms as she succumbed to her overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Alastor’s eyes were glowing vibrantly green in the dark of the cabin; casting eerie glows and shadows across Adeline’s sweating, heated skin and all throughout the room. His fire was only consuming him more.

He moved them so that she was pressed beneath him into the bed. He briefly had a feeling of déjà vu…a memory…remembering then of his earliest fantasy; wanting nothing more than to shift into something terrible; something long and creeping…not just to have Adeline but to take her… He fought to dismiss the thought. He knew he didn’t actually want that…but then again, he did. He did very, very much.

His mouth began watering…drool seeping from the corner of his mouth. Adeline twisted and moaned beneath him. She opened her legs; and he slid himself inside – not fully processing that he even had. He was lost in a haze; his hips moving, thrusting into her. She bent beneath him, crying out in her immense pleasure. He growled; his ears flattening against his head as he fought to regain himself…feeling himself slipping away.

A familiar coldness touched him; freezing droplets of sweat to his skin. Shadows creeping, crawling toward them.

No.

Alastor’s hips jerked, penetrating Adeline even deeper. Crying out beneath him again; it was almost a scream and he very nearly lost himself completely.

The shadows pressed in closer, reaching….seeking…

A menacing growl was building in Alastor’s chest, he was baring his teeth. He mistakenly bit his lip; blood seeping from the cut but the sharp point of brief pain brought him a pinpoint of clarity.

The approaching shadows paused; hovering threateningly.

Don’t you fucking dare.

Slowly, they slithered closer.

Something in him was building…consuming. Something that was starving and meant to feed.

Adeline was writhing beneath Alastor now; her screams filling the cabin as he thrust himself into her again and again…he was so precariously wavering on the edge of something; about to tip over that he had no way of telling if her shrieks were still of pleasure or of pain and fear…and it frightened him.

He could feel her climaxing; feeling her falling – breaking apart beneath him. The tentacles of darkness reaching to her; seeking just for her. Alastor fought to push them away; to send them anywhere else like he had before but they resisted him.

Don’t do this… He was pleading. Please.

The shadows were at the bed now; crawling across the covers.

Just…wait. Not now. Not yet.

The shadows kept coming. They had reached Adeline now. A small tendril twisted for her; about to t-

Alastor’s teeth clenched; realizing he could not stop this. He was falling apart at the seams himself now; and once that last shred of control slipped – it would be done. His lip split sharply as he strained; blood dripping from his lip. He was mentally present there still just enough to see the tendril flinch back, slightly.

Snarling, Alastor didn’t hesitate. Yanking an arm from around Adeline; he pulled it to his face and sunk his teeth into his own flesh. The incredible pain of it cleared his haze and the tendrils of shadow swiftly pulled themselves away, retreating to the edge of the bed and pausing just there. Gasping and screaming into his arm; his teeth still firmly planted; he dragged a clawed hand across his chest; cutting himself deeply and splashing blood across the bed.

The tendrils of shadow retreated swiftly and completely into the dark.

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Alastor wasted no time. He didn’t even take the chance of checking in on Adeline before making sure Niffty could send word to Rosie that he was coming and that he desperately needed her help. Now.

When he arrived to her Emporium, Rosie knew something had gone terribly wrong for Alastor.

She immediately helped him into the studio; and took him directly into the pentagram she had ready and set for him. He was covered in a great deal of blood and she solemnly mourned the tragedy that was his situation when she noted Niffty’s obvious and sudden distress…Alastor was covered in his own blood. Not someone else’s…

“Alastor, what the Hell has happened-?” Rosie started to ask.

“I need an exorcism, Rosie and I need it now.” He snarled; blood seeping from underneath his suit jacket and leaving a trail of droplets across the floor. “I recall that you have some experience in that sort of thing…”

“Of, course I do.” Rosie told him. One of her past husbands had a thing for creating shadow demons. Rosie had perfected a skillset in shadow work with her aiding him in his…hobbies. “But, Alastor isn’t that…drastic?”

“Heh,” He laughed, shakily. “Drastic times…”

“You know what will happen…when it’s done?” She asked him. “You’ll be left incredibly vulnerable…your power – it will be greatly limited. Is this something that is absolutely necessary?”

“Yes, Rosie. It is.” Alastor groaned, he was becoming physically ill now. Something within him resisted this plan; was fighting against it – trying to force Alastor into submission.

That’s why we’re here you fucker… You did this.

“And, you know that once it’s done…there’s no going back.” Rosie needed to convey to Alastor. “Your shadow…he will no longer be fully apart of you. He will be his own complete and separate entity. He will be much harder to manage and there’s no guarantee that he will accept you again after this is all finished.”

“I know.” Alastor told her softly. “And, I know that he will need to be contained. You’re the only one I can trust to do this for me, Rosie. You have the power and I know that you’ll…you’ll keep him safe.”

“Alastor…” Rosie was moved; her heart went out to him knowing that he would only ever ask her of this; only ever really tell her this if he felt like he was left with no other choice.

Niffty was clamped to Alastor’s leg; her one eye-wide and starring at him; completely focused on him in her intense concern for him.

“It has to be now, though.” Alastor growled; shuddering against the internal war raging inside him. “I don’t have much time. I have to get back…”

As a participant in the reaping, Alastor had been granted free passage back and forth to earth. Part of this included some leniency in the time shifts between departures but these were still limited. If he missed the next time shift; it could be hours, days…months even before his return to Adeline. He couldn’t take that risk. He still didn’t know if she was even alive… He couldn’t feel her through their connection. This could mean that she was asleep, dead, or…

“Let’s do it then.” Rosie said, resigning herself to Alastor’s choice.

Alastor doubled-over. It felt like his shadow was throwing itself against him; fighting and tearing itself apart inside to prevent what was coming. The pentagram Alastor stood within prevented it from escaping or being able to take over completely, but it could give Alastor as bad of a time as it could to try.

“Come along, Niffty.” Rosie pulled her away from Alastor; the little thing clutching to him, refusing to let go. “It’s best you’re not here when this happens. It-it won’t be pleasant.” She looked at Alastor as they stepped out from the pentagram; confirming with him one last time that he accepted what may come. Gripping his chest now and sliding to his knees; Alastor met her gaze; and he nodded.

He didn’t feel Rosie dragging him; feel her pull him out from the confines of the pentagram when it was done. Rosie sat with him just outside it’s barrier; holding him while Niffty carefully worked to clean whatever hellish excrement she could from him.

When it happened; Alastor howled in such agony and anguish – he thought he might actually and truly lose all sense of sanity. He felt just like one of the wretched souls he had torn apart; felt like his terrible screams were so loud that he could actually be broadcasting them himself for all of Hell to hear. Rosie spoke truly; this was not pleasant. Alastor felt himself being torn; absolutely ripped apart. His body contorting and twisting in an awful fashion; vomit and spittle spewing from him throughout the process. His radio voice keened and it shrieked until his filter cut out completely; and he was left lying against the cold, wood floor broken and bleeding.

When Alastor finally came to – it was to the horrific screeching and keening of his shadow. Effectively contained within the pentagram; it threw itself again and again against the unholy barrier. Frenzied; it clawed, bit and spit; trying everything within its power to get back to Alastor.

Alastor starred up at the great and terrible thing; swallowing.

“Sorry, old friend…” He told it. “But, it had to be done…”

The shadow stopped its crazed struggling. Lowering, itself so that it was eye level to Alastor; the shadow focused on him – it hissed, low and trembling. Then, surprising Rosie; it gave a soft and pitiful whine, shrinking and slinking back slowly away into the confines of its new cell.

Gasping, Alastor moved so that his hand was pressed against the barrier; watching the shadow retreat and curl tightly within itself, remaining resignedly still now.

“Take care of it, Rosie.” Alastor breathed. “It will require…feeding, I’m afraid.”

“I am well aware.” Rosie told him; her and Niffty still sitting behind him. “And, I have the means – of course.”

“I have to go.” Alastor groaned, struggling to get up.

“Alastor, you should rest, you-“

“I can’t.” He hissed at his pain; at the dizzying loss of strength. “I have to get back, I have to know if she’s…if I …“

He turned; standing shakily in front of them. His face – the expression on it – being of one of someone who was in complete and utter distress.

Niffty cried out – Rosie gasping - as both saw and realized that…Alastor was no longer smiling.

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