🔞Explicit Sexual Content Ahead🔞
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"You're joking, right?" Olivia glanced between Charlie and Alastor. The invitation lying on the coffee table in front of her as she sat in Charlie's office.
Charlie was seated opposite of them while Alastor sat beside her, holding her hand as she started to shake.
"You're not joking." Olivia whispered as her nerves started to rise.
Charlie looked sadly at the table. "We wouldn't be asking if it wasn't important, you know this."
Olivia unconsciously fidgeted with the locket at her collar. She stood suddenly and walked to the window. She turned back to them.
"How the hell am I supposed to find the library? I've never once been there and I highly doubt Paul is just going to let his disgraced daughter wander the halls."
Charlie rose slowly and walked towards her. "Well, that's where you might be wrong. I was told he built his estate exactly like the one he had when he was alive and since you lived there most of your life....." Charlie trailed off.
Olivia sighed and shook her head. "Egotistical maniac. Of course he would build it like back in New York." Olivia turned to the window, watching the cars and sinners pass by.
Alastor, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, stood and walked until he was beside Olivia. He watched for a moment, her eyes squeezed shut and her fists clenched. He placed a hand over one of hers, prying it open until his fingers laced with hers.
"Olivia," Alastor's voice was soft and calm. "We will not force you to go. We can find another way, if we must."
Olivia glanced up at him, his face inches from hers.
"Why can't one of your shadows stalk in there and find it?"
Alastor shook his head. "Your know as well as I that the Von Bast estate is warded against uninvited guests, including my magic."
Olivia leaned heavily against the window sill. She closed her eyes again as memories from her life played behind her eyelids. Her shakes became worse and her wrists began to itch. Dread filled her chest as she knew what she was going to decide, what she was willing to do to find out what was going on, but the words would not leave her throat. Then she felt something on her other hand. She opened her eyes and saw Charlie had walked up beside her, her smile bright with understanding.
"I can guarantee you will never be left alone there. Someone will be with you at all times." Charlie squeezed her hand. "You will not be hurt as long as you are apart of this family, I swear it."
Olivia locked eyes with Charlie's as they filled with tears. Olivia smiled and nodded, taking a deep breath.
"I guess it's time for a Von Bast family reunion."
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The next three months passed much faster then Olivia wanted. The rest of her friends had been told about James, his betrayal and what dangers await them. They all came up with a plan to infiltrate the estate. Angel was the most against Olivia entering the mansion, as he understood better then anyone what a man who believes he owns you is capable of. It took a lot of convincing but after a while, Angel relented and the group came up with a plan.
It was simple but they believed it would work. While Charlie and Olivia made their way to the library, the other's would distract Paul and his men.
Charlie tried to make light of the situation by making a day out it by shopping for outfits. They all went out to eat a gourmet lunch at The Mad Cow, then they all headed out to Rosie's Emporium.
As they entered the shop, Rosie came out from the back, followed by gaggle of giggling demoness', her seamstresses. Many of of them gasped and swooned when Alastor flashed his teeth in a wide smile.
"Alastor!" the seamstress exclaimed and crowded around him.
Olivia raised an annoyed brow as she was shoved back from Alastor by the love struck women. They all talked at once about how handsome he was, how long it has been, how they needed to go on a date. Olivia huffed and crossed her arms as Husker and Angel snickered at the situation. Alastor stood there, stock still as the women gussied about him. His eyes flicked back and forth over them, watching their hands intently. He tried to back up a step, but was completely surrounded. Just as Olivia was about to break through, a sweet voice rang out through the front room.
"Alastor! It's been to long!" Rosie's voice boomed over her seamstresses.
"Rosie, my dear!" Alastor walked forward through the women, not paying them any mind, and grasped Rosie's hands. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on each cheek. "There is much to catch up on, but we have come because we need your expertise. Plus, there is someone I would love for you to meet." Alastor motioned behind him.
Olivia's features softened as she walked forward, a small blush on her cheeks and her hands clasped in front of her.
"Rosie, this is the incredible Olivia. She is our star singer at the hotel and her voice is enchanting. You must come see one of her shows!" Alastor praised with a toothy grin.
Olivia's blushed deepened and travelled down her neck. "A-Alastor!" Olivia harshly whispered in embarrassment.
Rosie eyed Olivia up and down before gasping, her hand clapping against her face.
"Is this...?" Rosie pointed to Olivia as she glanced at Alastor, who nodded. "Oh! I have been wanting to meet the girl who stole Alastor's heart!" Rosie grabbed Olivia into tight hug. A chorus of disappointed groans and gasps were heard from the seamstresses in the corner of the shop.
Olivia grunted as she swore some of her ribs cracked. "It's a pleasure to meet you, as well."
Rosie greeted the others and told them to follow her into the back room. She had tea and biscuits on the small table as they sat around it. They explained only what she needed to know about the situation and the urgency. Rosie grinned wide with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"So, you need masquerade outfits in the next two months. The boys will be easy, all you need is one of my suits. The girls though....." Rosie tapped her chin. "I do have some pre-made dresses that we can look through to see if any fit."
Rosie stood and motioned them to follow again. She brought them out into the showroom and signalled the other girls to bring out some of her dresses, all different designs. Some short, some poofy and some elegant. The girls spent two hours trying on different dresses. Angel chose a dark pink cropped suit jacket on top of a long, red satin dress with no straps and a deep slit on one side. His mask was dark red and black with a spiders web that stretched across his face.
Vaggie chose a simple dark grey long evening dress with capped sleeves. Her mask was a grey and white moth design.
Nifty chose a bright pink evening gown with puffy sleeves and a matching mask with swirls on it.
Charlie and Olivia had more difficulty finding an outfit for themselves. Charlie just didn't really feel comfortable in a dress, even if it looked great on her.
Rosie got a little frustrated but then an idea popped into her head. She shuffled Charlie into the men's side, behind a curtain where they stayed for about ten minutes. Then, Rosie presented a dapper looking Charlie.
She wore a dark pink suit jacket with a pale pink dress shirt and black dress pants. Charlie had on a huge smile as she visibly relaxed.
Husker was given a dark yellow dress shirt and Alastor was given a bright red dress shirt. Both had a black suit that fit perfectly to their figures. Husker's mask was a simple black mask with spikes on either side like whiskers. Alastor's looked like a pure black demons face with long fangs and a couple horns. It had faded red music notes dancing across the face.
Only Olivia was left and nothing she tried on satisfied Rosie. Finally, Rosie settled on making the dress from scratch. It would be an Original Rosie design. Olivia tried to refuse, stating that one of the other dresses would be enough, but Rosie wouldn't hear off it.
"The woman on the arm of the Radio Demon at this masquerade will be the best dressed demoness. I guarantee it!" Rosie thrust a fist into the air in a fit of triumph.
Alastor laughed as Olivia blushed a deep red. Rosie sat at the little table in the corner of the shop and motioned for Olivia to sit opposite of her while the others changed out of their formal clothing.
"Here is my cell number." Rosie slid a small paper across the table towards Olivia. "Call me in a week and we will set up a date to discuss your dress. Do you have any preferences?" Rosie sipped her tea that seemed to magically appear in front of her.
"Well..." Olivia thought for a moment. "I think black looks best on me, but I'm really not picky. I know it will look beautiful no matter what you make." Olivia smiled brightly, causing Rosie to pause for a moment before smiling herself.
Once the outfits had been tagged and separated into another room, the group left to head back to the Hotel. A chorus of fond farewells were sung towards Alastor by the seamstresses, completely ignored by him. A small smile came to Olivia's lips at his complete disregard for the other women. The walk back to the Hotel was quiet as many demons did not want to mess with the Radio Demon, so many scattered as they walked towards them.
As they entered the Hotel, Olivia and Alastor rushed to the kitchen to start supper as it was already close to 6pm. Thankfully, they didn't have to cook for the entire hotel tonight, so it was a simple dinner after a great day.
Later that evening, Alastor was finishing up some paperwork in his office while Olivia read a book and lounged on the sofa in the corner while soft music filtered through the old radio beside her. He couldn't help but notice she sighed more then usual. Alastor glanced up from his desk as another sigh ripped through her throat. He saw her lower her book into her lap, a distressed look adorned her features as she closed her eyes. She leaned her head back and took a deep breath.
"Sweetheart, is everything alright?" Alastor's voice was soft as he asked.
Olivia didn't open her eyes as she spoke. "No, but I'll be happy as soon as this party is over. I was hoping to never step foot in that place, but I guess when your damned for eternity, it was bound to happen eventually."
Alastor smiled sadly. "I do wish there was another way, darling. I do, but this is necessary if we want to find out what your father is planning with Vox."
"Ahhhh," Olivia groaned as she scratched her head aggressively. "This is so stressful! Why can't I just be left alone?"
Alastor chuckled. "Stressful? Sweetheart, it's just a party at your father's estate who despises you. What could possibly go wrong?" The sarcasm in his voice was thick.
Olivia finally opened her eyes, shooting Alastor an amused glare. She rose from the couch and walked towards him. He leaned back in his chair, quirking a brow and sending her a seductive smirk. She stood beside his chair and leaned her hands on his armrest. She reached for him and flicked his nose.
"Ass." Olivia chuckled but it quickly morphed into a squeal as she was suddenly pulled into his lap, her face inches from his. Olivia's face lit up bright red at the new position as her captor chuckled deeply. "A-Alastor, let me up!"
She squirmed in his grasp as his arm wound around her waist and his hand landed on her thigh, his claws pricking her skin softly. Her squirming caused his hand to slide up her thigh suddenly, claws scratching her skin roughly. Olivia couldn't help but lightly groan in his ear as pleasure shot to her core. Her position and the pain mixed together erupted a powerful feeling in her stomach.
Alastor's eyes widened and he hummed. "Did you like that, darling?" Alastor purred in her ear.
Olivia whimpered as the pleasure continued to build between her legs. It almost frightened her as she had never been this aroused this fast before. She locked eyes with Alastor, then ducked her head, blushing and nodding as she gripped his suit tightly.
He chuckled again, lifting his hand to her chin and raising it to look at him. He pressed his lips to hers in a hard kiss, causing her to moan again. As he kissed her, he rose from his chair and took her with him. He placed her on his desk and stepped between her knees. He pulled his lips from her but stayed close, his nose brushing hers. Olivia panted lightly as her eyes became hooded. Alastor grinned and leaned forward to her ear.
"If you will allow it, I could help you forget your stress for a moment," Alastor whispered as one of his hand laid upon her bare thigh and slowly crest up, making her freeze. He stopped just before the hem of her dress, waiting for her response.
"H-how?" Her flush travelled down her neck.
Alastor chuckled deeply, causing a shiver to travel down her body.
"I have wanted to know for some time now how you taste, my sweet..." Alastor moved his hand under her skirt, stroking with his thumb and making her gasp and tightening her grasp on his suit. "...down here."
Could this be happening? She couldn't deny she wanted him, craved him. For the first time since she had died, she had wanted someone to show her what true pleasure was suppose to feel like. She had been with no one since her death, but she never sought it out either. Then, she met Alastor and her feelings changed. Her attraction to him was instantaneous but she shoved it down, believing that there was no way in Hell he could ever feel the same. Well, she sure was wrong, but a thought went through her head. Was she ready for that next step?
Alastor pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. He could feel her trepidation.
"We won't go any further then that tonight. I only want to help you relieve some tension. I know I can make you very happy, darling," Alastor whispered against her lips as he kissed her. "If you want to stop at any time, all you have to do it say so and I will. No questioned asked and no hurt feelings. I promise."
Olivia's body relaxed at the genuine tone in his voice. She smiled sheepishly and nodded.
"Alright. What do I need to do?"
"Just sit back..." Alastor stepped forward, spreading her thighs further. "...and enjoy."
Alastor raised a hand to the buttons of her shrug and slowly undid them until it could slide off her shoulders, tossing it behind him. His lips sealed to a sensitive spot behind her ear, causing her to gasp and move her grip to his shoulders. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and his hand in her thigh continued its path towards her hip until he reached her underwear. He followed the cloth before stopping straight above her core. Olivia started to pant in anticipation for what was about to happen. She was already soaking though the flimsy fabric when Alastor cupped her mound, index finger slowly stroking her. Olivia bit her lip to stifle the moan that wanted to burst out of her throat as Alastor leaned back up to her ear.
"Don't hold back, love. I want to hear you." Alastor pressed his finger hard against her clit. "Loudly." His voice deepened.
Olivia jerked hard and cried out. Alastor chuckled against her neck, teasing the skin where it met her shoulder with his teeth. His hand under her skirt raised to the hem of her underwear again and sank into the garment. Olivia groaned deep as his fingers met her bare core.
"So wet already, darling?" Alastor teased as he plunged a finger into her entrance, pumping a few times before swirling it around her pearl, coating it in her own slick.
Olivia's thighs quivered at the pleasure he was giving her. She leaned her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. He took the hint and positioned his teeth against her neck and two fingers at her entrance. In the same fluid motion, he entered her with his fingers and bit into her neck, filling his mouth with her blood. Olivia's eyes flew open, not realizing she had closed them in the first place, gasping loudly as pleasure mixed with pain within her. Something hot shot down to her core, arousing her more then she thought possible.
Alastor paused a moment, making sure he hadn't crossed a line. Olivia moaned deeply into his ear and arched her back, pushing her chest against his. The mixed signals were intoxicating as he continued to pump his fingers into her and taste her delicious blood.
His eyes rolled at the feeling of her walls constricting around his fingers and the taste of her blood on his tongue. Olivia panted hard, groaning deep and guttural as the knot in her core wound tighter and tighter.
Then, Alastor suddenly pulled away. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her. She whimpered as he extracted his teeth from her completely. He locked eyes with her as he brought his fingers to his mouth, her eyes dilating at the sight of his red-stained lips sucking her cream off of his fingers.
Alastor hummed. "Just as I thought."
Before she could ask what he meant by that, he swiftly knelt before her and reached under her dress to pull her underwear down her slim legs. Olivia leaned back on her hands and lifted her hips as Alastor yanked off her panties and placed them beside her on his desk.
"I will admit, I have never done this before though I have read many stories about this sort of act out of curiosity, so be patient with me, alright darling?" Alastor mused as he brought his hands back to her thighs, stroking them.
Olivia flushed harder as she nodded, not really hearing what he was saying as the blood roared in her ears. She watched with fevered intrigue as he placed a hand on either knee, gazing at her with a large smile and waiting for her to make the next move. A small smile came to her face and she slowly parted her legs. Alastor's grin widened as his gaze lowered to the juncture of her thighs. He lifted her skirt to her waist and that pleasurable haze began to build again as his heated gaze locked onto her dripping slit. Her embarrassment became the last thing on her mind as Alastor proceeded to place a trail of small kisses up her inner thigh. As he reached her centre, he switched to the other thigh and did the same. She was so engrossed in the feeling of his lips on her thighs that she jumped when she felt him finally kiss her hot slit.
"Fuck!" Olivia cried out, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth at the profanity that escaped.
Alastor's eyes widened and quickly shot up to hers. His grin widened, enticed to see what other sounds and words he could make come out of her.
"I-I, um...." Olivia stuttered, flushing harder.
Alastor chuckled as he used his thumbs to part her slit, crimson eyes dilating at the sight of his prize. He licked his lips and dove in.
"A-Alastor!" Olivia cried out as his tongue stroked against her folds. She gazed down at him and felt herself become wetter at the image of him between her thighs. "Pl-please!"
Olivia had never felt such pleasure course through her veins. Her core ached as his tongue swirled around her throbbing clit and two slender fingers breached her again. She gasped and moaned as her hand tangled itself in his hair, being mindful of his antlers. She gripped the tresses tightly as he pumped the two fingers in her heat faster and faster. Olivia drew up her knees and spread her legs further as he continued to fuck her with his tongue and fingers.
For someone who showed no interest in anything sexual, Alastor sure knew his way around a woman. Olivia was more than grateful for his curiosity as the knot in her stomach grew until out was almost unbearable.
"Almos-Alastor, please!" Olivia thrust her hips forward, her grip in his hair tightening further. "Please more!"
Alastor doubled his efforts, tongue swirling faster and adding a third finger, stretching her wide. Her cream dripped down his chin as he continued to devour her. Olivia's groans became louder and louder as he started to crook his fingers inside her, hitting her sweet spot. He rocked his head back and forth against her, growling as her taste poured down his throat. Then, her sealed his lips around her pearl and sucked hard.
"Alastor, yes!" Olivia cried out desperately.
Olivia threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent scream. The knot burst as a flood of cum flooded out of her and filled Alastor's mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body jerked spastically, rocking her hips against his face. Her vision turned white as Alastor continued to pump his fingers, nursing her through her powerful orgasm. He continued his assault on her dripping core until she yanked his hair to pull him away as she became overstimulated.
"That's it, my love. Squeeze around my fingers. Let go," Alastor whispered as her grip in his hair tightened pleasurably.
Olivia gulped for each breath and her flush stretched down her body. As her twitching slowed, Alastor stood and plucked his handkerchief out of his suit, wiping his mouth and hand. Olivia gazed at him through hooded eyes, still trying to catch her breath. He locked eyes with her as a smug grin spread across his face, but she was too far gone in her pleasure to care.
"Are you still stressed now, my darling?" Alastor purred as he leaned over her, an arm on each side of her on his desk.
"What stress?" Olivia huffed a laugh.
Alastor chuckled but was interrupted as Olivia grabbed his suit and pulled him to her, crushing her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Her tongue entered his mouth and she tasted herself on his tongue. When she pulled away, she locked eyes with him.
"Do...do you need-" she blushed hard as she tried to ask if he wanted her to reciprocate. Thankfully, he caught what she was trying to ask.
"Not tonight, my darling. Tonight was just about you." Alastor kissed her nose and backed up a step.
"Are you sure? I mean, I could- I've never-" Olivia fidgeted with his suit.
Alastor silenced her with a soft kiss. "I promise you, there is no need."
Olivia nodded and smiled. "That was.......wow." She blushed and looked down at her hands.
"It was my pleasure, love." Alastor grinned wide as she laughed.
Then, a knock interrupted them. She heard Angel call out from the other side of the door.
"Hey Smiles? Have you seen Olivia? Charlie says it's time to go accessory shopping!"
Olivia whirled to Alastor. "Damn! I forgot about that!"
Olivia stood quickly as Alastor backed up to give her room, but her legs gave out. Alastor caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he steadied her, snickering.
"Dammit, Al!" Olivia exclaimed through gritted teeth. "How am I suppose go with my legs like this!?"
Alastor gave her an innocent look and shrugged.
"It's not my problem."
Olivia reached up and flicked his nose. Alastor caught her wrist and placed a swift kiss to her lips, before spinning her and giving her ass a hard smack. She yelped and stumbled forward a few steps. Glaring at him as she slowly made her way to the door. She smoothed out her hair and dress and reached for the handle.
"Darling, aren't you forgetting something?" Alastor enquired in a sing-song voice.
Olivia turned and gasped, face flaming as he held her underwear and shrug up. Alastor had the smuggest grin she had ever seen on his face. She rushed to him and snatched her underwear away before pulling them on. He held up her shrug as she put her arms through. Before she buttoned it, he placed a small kiss to the bite on her neck. She hissed before wriggling free of his grasp, buttoning her shrug and sending him an amused glare.
"Ass," she whispered under her breath as she walked to the door on unsteady legs.
"I love you, too!" Alastor exclaimed enthusiastically as she opened the door and walked out with one last glance behind her.
Olivia stuck out her tongue and closed the door. Angel sent her a confused brow quirk and she waved him off. Her legs were still a little wobbly as she walked, having to hold onto the railing as they made their way downstairs.
Olivia groaned. This was going to be a long night.