Be Not Afraid of Monsters

Two minutes and thirty-one seconds, that was how long it had taken her to relinquish herself to his will. Struggling for breath at the end, her body moved on its own accord, but he would not give. He would not yield to her this time; she would have to yield to him. Lurid waited until she was on the very brink of losing consciousness before she surrendered. Her toes began to feel as if she had tangled them in spiders' webs with the spiders still in them, and the black rims around her vision that had been thin, at first, had begun to blossom. Sparks of light had darted through the room, her mind's way of begging for air, though Lurid saw something different. As she lay in his grasp, Lurid saw - in her oxygen-deprived haze - her ancestors blessing her ascension. They approved of her choice of mate, and that was all the reassurance she needed. His name escaped her lips in sweet surrender, and the pale queen was instantly rewarded with oxygen.

There had been no dramatic struggling or sputtering to breathe because there had never been a moment of panic, only euphoric wonder. Instead, the white demon inhaled sharply to fill her lungs with life-giving air, only having a moment to do so. Alastor claimed her mouth once again, something feral in his passionate motions. The feel of him against her, the dominance he exerted over her, the absolute possession in his actions; all of it combined to create something far more intoxicating than any drug. Cradled beneath him the way she was, Lurid could feel every minute twitch his body made against hers as he brought his leg insistently between her own. For the briefest of moments, she resisted, only to relent a second later. Another sharp inhale came in the form of a gasp as he settled more firmly against her, effectively pinning her in place.

Lurid thought the earth had moved the day she met Alastor, but that world-spinning moment was nothing compared to this. Still high from oxygen deprivation and euphoric from some small amount of blood loss, he was the only thing that tethered her to the planet at that moment. The bite of his claws helped keep her there in reality with him as virginal anxiety threatened to rise; her heart became a sledgehammer in her chest as he pulled away from her lips. Holographic lavender-white seeking the stygian depths that she so adored, Lurid only had a moment to brace herself before Alastor claimed her fully. The notes that she sang next, Lurid would only ever sing for Alastor. They were finally, blessedly, one.

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