𝘑𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘑𝘶𝘳𝘺, & 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧 || 𝙳𝚎𝚟 & 𝙻𝚞𝚟

[Devils Temptation]

Judge, Jury, & Executioner
Luv & Dev
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"Let's say, for example... there is someone you look up to. Someone you treasure dearly. Do you have that someone in your mind? Good! Now, just for one moment, I'd love for you to reminisce on the memories of that person. Everything warm you shared with them, let it fill up your heart. Every happy memory, every difficulty you surmounted with them, every hint and scrap of love you possessed for them... ah, such a shame..."

...

"Oh dear... your face looks a little pale. Why is that? Smile! You should be smiling right now, don't you think? To be thinking something so warm and cozy like that... why are you not smiling? Do you... maybe feel a little uneasy from those trailing few words?"

...

"Don't be such a bad sport! You know... something is only really beautiful and valuable because it is fleeting. How would you come to put worth on something that lasted forever? You cherish the moments and time you have so much more precisely because you know that the relationship may one day end. That's just what life is, after all! Oh, but... ah. That puts us in a rather difficult position, does it not? After all... you stole someone else's most cherished. That's a little unfair don't you think?"

Wet. Damp droplets of dirty water splattered off the ceiling above. Faintly, a rivulet had begun to flow from the ridge of the man's forehead. Even had someone asked him how he had gotten here... he could hardly have answered them. One moment, he was in a car off the highway headed to his villa to get away from the press. A long deserved vacation after a hazy, difficult spree of allegations. The next, all he had heard was the CRASH of a vehicle colliding with his own. Everything had gone pitch black from that moment forward and the next second he opened his eyes, he was there. Strapped to a chair, stripped down to only his undershirt and boxers, duct tape around his wrist and ankles to the point that his skin had started to mildly tear from the adhesive that dug against his skin. At first, there had been some hint of panic. Fear, bargaining, confusion - but all of it had melted down into an exhausted, quiet resignation after the crippling realization that he had been locked in... god knew where... alone for nearly an hour or two straight. At that point, he hadn't been keeping track.

That sinking feeling of pure, unadulterated despair only grew more pronounced when his captor came to enter the room.

A deep, inviting voice he had heard before. Blatantly polite with sweet, dulcet tones that were all too alluring to listen to.

"...Are you done?" Hoarse. His voice felt painfully dry. Chapped, faintly cracking lips signified that he had been unconscious for enough time to start to need a drink but even he had yet to grow desperate enough to lap at that filthy trickle of water atop his head. A reaction that was all too casual for how he was bound by some unknown assailant - but... well. His assailant hadn't been unknown to him. Smooth, slicked back black hair led down to conventionally handsome, masculine features. The sharp jawline led to flatter cheeks that lacked any sort of blemish or stain. Compared to his own lips, the man standing in front of him had a glossier, eye-catching warmth to his own that curled up in a perpetual, inviting grin. Settled behind the pair of glasses on his brow were equally as warm, dark brown eyes - nearly black in color, though the faint illumination in the room was enough to show a browner undertone. Settled below his expression was a broad, well-built physique. Wide shoulders with the faint flare of muscle along his shoulders and biceps all of which were neatly tucked behind the fabric of a black suit and white dress shirt. No tie for the moment which allowed for some hints of his collarbone and chest to be exposed. Subtly, the carve of his pectorals gave off the very simply assurance that no matter how disarming his voice and face had been, the body underneath was nothing to mess with.

"You're the detective that was trying to grill me a few days ago, weren't you? Orion. Orion Locke. I don't know what bullshit with your bad cop, good cop routine you're pulling, Detective Locke... but just know that once I'm out of here, I'll sue you and the entire department to the point you'll be in a fucking shoebox. Do you have any idea who you're fucking with?" Curving along the gaunt features of the older man, faint hints of his canines were exposed in a domineering grin that assured his assailant that he'd be buried once this bizarre investigation was over. In his mind... he had convinced himself this was just some part of the investigation process. Something desperate these worthless detectives and good two-shoe law enforcement officers would use as a last ditch effort - but he wouldn't talk. There was no need to. Compared to these worthless pigs that were on his payroll, there was nothing that the man couldn't pay off.

"Hm? Oh. You appear to be under a misconception, Sir. I'm not operating under the jurisdiction of the investigation. And... you also aren't going to be leaving here alive, Sir." Orion explained, much like he might explain directions to someone who was lost or explain how to sign out a form at his local precinct.

Naturally, his words were met with another disbelieving scoff from the man who just spat straight along Orion's dark dress shoes.

"How fucking stupid do you think I am? Yeah, no shit you're acting out of your jurisdiction - but you're a cop. You'd never kill someone as high profile as me. It'd end your damn career right then and there. How about you go fuck yours--" SPLATTER. Before the sentence could fully leave his mouth, a crippling scream shattered from his lips. Overwhelming, sharp snaps of pain crashed over his thigh all at once and his hands would instinctively begin shaking as he realized what had happened. Pouring down his thigh were gushes of scarlet blood - so much so that it completely stained his leg and boxers and began to splatter off the edge of his thigh in heavy globs. "--FUCK!! A-AAAGHH... Are you out of your fucking mind?!" All at once, the fear of his life being in danger would crash into him and leave his lungs aching and heaving for breaths while a cold, harsh sweat broke down along his forehead.

"Now, let me see... Vincent Cross... age forty-two... A-list actor. You're an incredibly famous, arguably world-class actor. Money, fame, power..." Wrapped in Orion's right hand had been a Glock 22, index finger tucked around the trigger as he raised it once more - immediately eliciting a pig-like squeal from the older man though just as quickly, Orion had holstered it along his hip carefully and reached for his belt. Undoing the buckle, he dragged the black leather out of the hoops of his pants.

"...but recently you've come under fire for the recent death of your wife and daughter. Through extensive investigation, you were cleared of any wrongdoing and the case of your wife and daughter has gone cold. Despite this, the paparazzi has immediately noted that you've moved on to a second marriage not even a month after you were cleared. The method of homicide committed to your daughter and her mother was --"

"I - I got it... OKAY! I FUCKING GET IT. Just... haah... haa... stop the... stop the bleeding, please... I'll fucking confess... I'll confess to it - that's what you want right? I'll... I'll--"

"-- gunshot wounds, in the case of the wife, but the daughter was taken down much more brutally. Rawness along her throat that coincided with markings akin to asphyxiation. You know, I actually met both of them? A lovely woman, your wife I mean. Demure with graceful features. Gentle tone and meek mannerisms but a loving woman nonetheless. Her daughter was similarly a very meek young lady. Hardly spoke and kept her head lowered at all times. They had filed a report about domestic violence that was promptly thrown out by the records. Polite, yes... but their actions fell in line with how domestic abuse victims acted. Rather, I'm quite confused about something." SNAP. Curling the belt around his wrist, Orion would pace his way over to the man from behind and slowly draped the leather over the line of his neck, enough that the buckle would be lined up just right with his trachea. Slowly, the leather would start to constrict and the garbling pleads, begging, and whining of the older man would coincide with tears and snot running down his features. Thoroughly unsightly... but Orion adored looks like that the most.

"Mr. Cross... why did you not just divorce your wife and leave? Was it greed? Did you hate the idea that she would no longer be under your thumb? That your hard-worked money would be given to her? That people would see you as some sort of deadbeat father and husband? So many options... so many outcomes... and each one would have been better than taking their lives. What a foolish thing you've done... it would have been a drop in the bucket for you... but they were just so fucking disposable, weren't they? Like scraps off a plate... you're rich? Powerful? Those things don't matter to me, Sir. I wonder what your daughter felt as she slowly lost the air in her lungs..."

CLENCH.

"Why is this happening to me?"

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"Why is my own father choking me out?"

"Help, please help me!"

CLENCH.​

Despite the man's struggling and babbling, the leather belt around his throat - curled tight around the detective's fist would only yank further along his windpipe. Slowly, those cracked lips turned a bluish shade and the thrashing would start to cease. Gradually, the redness in his facial features would start to vanish to instead be replaced by an empty, pale shade once his eyes rolled back into his skull and the drool hooked along the edge of his lips trickled down over his chin. Falling backwards in a lax, unresponsive manner. Four minutes until permanent brain damage. Six until the body begins to die. Orion held that tight vice-grip for twelve.

Just to make sure.

Allowing the belt to fall slack over the man's shoulders, Orion would finally take one deep inhale to steady himself. Moments like these were most saccharine of all. Now, the hard part. To clean up this garbage and ensure that no one found him ever again. Making his way past the chair, his hand would briefly swipe at the nearby coat hangar to tug off his dark trench coat before slinging it over his shoulders. Exiting outside of the door and out of the hallway adjacent to him would reveal all around him... miles upon miles of forestry. An abandoned building far off the grid. The type of place that was difficult to even reach. "Brrr... Autumn is getting a little cold. Now then..."

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Five Weeks Later​

"Now, now - Mr. Mittens... discipline is rather important. Gorging yourself on your breakfast will merely make you throw it all back up..." Soft, deeper hums coaxed the cat pushing up against his chest to be a little less needy with his feeding requirements. Early morning on a Monday, the sight of his well-organized apartment would gradually be illuminated by the morning rays of that day. Already, his black and white shorthair, Mr. Mittens, was curling up along his bed begging to be fed. Orion's routine for the day had always been a constant. Wake up early, preferably around 6AM though sometimes he felt indulgent and allowed himself to sleep until 7AM.

One cup of coffee and some toast while he watched the news.

After a shower and brushing his teeth, he'd head out to the station for that day.

Once Orion had filled his cat's food bowl, he set himself down in the kitchen to flick over to the news channel before bringing the coffee to his lips. Overly sweet, just the way he loved it.

"Temperatures are cooling down finally after a scorching hot Summer! We are looking at a high of fifty-five degrees on this lovely Fall evening, so remember to take a light jacket. While there are forecasts of mild showers, there is not a high likelihood that it will rain today but better to be safe than sorry. Regarding the recent disappearance of A-List celebrity Vincent Cross, authorities have found a supposed lead pertaining to involvement with some dangerous gangs in the area that may have been involved in the disappearance of Mr. Cross. All of this follows the tragic and heartbreaking loss of his wife and daughter at a homicide incident - God bless their souls. We will keep our viewers notified on any more updates regarding this case. Now, I will hand it off to --" ZZZZT. Tapping the TV remote, he would set the screen to a silent black before getting up and off his seat in the kitchen to return to the closet by his doorway so he could pluck out a coat.

Pausing by the doorway to slip his feet into a pair of dress shoes, he would finally head out for the day - but not before peeking in through the crack in the door to call back...

"I'm leaving for the day, Mr. Mittens! Don't misbehave. I'll have to discipline you if you do~" Right before a delight little mewl would leave the young cat's mouth and with it, Orion would lock the door before heading out for work.

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Orion Locke.

Twenty six years old.

After a mere three years of serving as a police officer, he had applied for the role of an investigator before spending another two years as a homicide detective. A man whom was incredibly efficient at his work -- but it hadn't been because of that cutthroat, brutal approach to investigating. No, around the station he was applauded as being a charismatic, friendly detective that could make even the most stone cold of slaughterers open up and treat him as their dearest friend. Polite mannerisms, a sweet smile, that disarming aura that would make even the most heinous of crimes be spoken to him as if the criminals were merely breathing air. That was the type of person that Detective Locke had been. Beloved by his coworkers and effective at his work... but a man that lied through his fucking teeth about who he truly was.

"Mr. Locke, Sir! Regarding the case of Ms. Valentine -"As he entered the police station through the front door, one of the officers, a middle-aged woman with her brunette hair wrapped tight in a bun and a clipboard against her chest would hurry up to him. "- although her case has been closed for some while, she has returned to the station once again citing concerns about her own safety. We were hoping that you would be able to talk her down and make her go home, since you built rapport with her prior?" Alice Pon Valentine. An unfortunate case of a small fish in a massive ocean. Quietly, Orion's eyes scanned over the rest of the lobby of the police station to take note of the people there. Good. No one to worry about. A handful of officers, but no citizens waiting along the lobby. Faintly, a look of relief settled over his features and he would finally nod to his coworker before flashing that charming, softer smile. "Of course, Officer Yang. Which room is she in right now and how long has she been here?"

Walking alongside the officer, his coworker would escort him to one of the interrogation rooms and then motion over it with her hand. "This one right here, Mr. Locke. She's been here for approximately an hour. We've told her many times before that her case has already been processed and worked on... but she's very... well - unsatisfied with the conclusion, to put it politely. I sympathize, but there's really not much we can do at this point. If you could just explain to her and get her to leave, it would be a great help to everyone here." Rather than entering the room right away, Orion would briskly move past the officer to make his way into the communal kitchen in the police station - grabbing a mug and dipping it underneath one of the dispensers. A dark, frothier brown fluid would pour into the mug with the faint hint of steam spilling off of it. Soon after, he would dip two packets of sugar along the drink to raise it off the counter before making his way back to the room.

"It'll be just a few moments, Officer Yang. Please make sure we are undisturbed. There is no need for anyone to overlook this either, so feel free to go on your way. I know working the graveyard shift can be quite difficult." Smiling polite as ever, he would assure the office he required no help... right before opening the door and treading into the room. Cozy-hued floors and walls, a cushioned seat. Disarmingly inviting, a room that made individuals feel as if they were not in trouble. Seated across from the table was the familiar sight of that slender, short ginger woman. Faintly, a chill ran through the room. Deliberately so to make the interrogations a little more cutthroat - not that she was here for an interrogation. Setting the mug down on the table in front of her, the faint scent of hot chocolate would rise to spill across Alice's nose right before the far warmer sensation would settle over her shoulders. Orion would shed his coat, right before tucking it over her shoulders and back to securely wrap her in the warmth right before sitting across from her - in the same way he had a few weeks prior when she had first came to the station. A particularly gruesome homicide case regarding a few individuals that she was close with... something that ended up being buried due to the nature of it and who the allegations were against.

"Ms. Valentine. You're back, despite your case already being processed." Words that she had likely heard many, many times already. Cold, harsh, unempathetic words from officers that assured her that they had already done everything they could to help her. Now, they were coming from that one kind detective that had interrogated her those weeks prior on the incident and what had occurred during it. Just as it seemed as if he was simply here to rehash everything she was told, a hand reached forward and settled over the top of her head with a brief caress. Warm, snug hands that held a faint hint of calloused roughness. Professionalism dictated that he would never violate that moment or two of space only acceptable for intimate gestures between family or loved ones, but he hardly seemed to care about professionalism in that moment.

Leaning back a little more comfortably in his seat, he would fold his hands atop his lap and show her that very same smile from those weeks prior. Practiced, but all too easy to grow drunk on.

"I suppose the easy solution here would be to tell you to get out. That I cannot do anything for you. That you should merely go home and cope with this. Does it feel a little bit as if my coworkers are saying something like that without explicitly saying those words? I hope you can forgive them. The nature of this work is rather grating. But, believe me... I have no intention of treating you in that way, Ms. Valentine. Drink." Tapping his fingertip over top the edge of the mug, he leaned in a little closer and allowed the lines of his smile to tug into the edges of his cheek a little further to show fainter hints of those eye-catching dimples. Saccharine and warm, just like that hot chocolate that he had presented her with upon entry into the room.

"If there is something I can do for you... tell me. You've gone through so much grief that I can empathize with. You deserve to be heard. And I will listen. So please feel free to not hold back. Tell me whatever you wish." Opening his arms out in her direction, he motioned for the young woman to speak her heart out. Clearly, she was here for some reason... though concerns about her own safety was one that hadn't necessarily surprised him. Her case. Unusual as it was - it was not the first time he had encountered a case just like it. A young woman that was companions with a group slaughtered in a vicious homicidal killing spree that grew to have intense paranoia after the fact. A few weeks after the case had closed, she had committed suicide.

...Supposedly.

Women like her were volatile, he knew that from experience... but even more than that, her case was eerily similar to that dissatisfying end with that other woman. Incidents like those made him ache and itch - like nails were being carved down his neck. Orion knew that, ultimately, there wasn't much more he could do for her if the judicial system did not pursue the main suspect further... and yet he still offered to listen to her for some reason.

Maybe that was all it was. Maybe he just wanted to offer an ear to a young lady going through her grief.

...

Or maybe not.

 

[Luvia]

He...

She slowly raised an eyebrow as she watched him take note of her presence.

Did he just avert his gaze on purpose?

Not once, but twice. And then again. As if he was trying his best not to look at her.

Alice couldn't put her finger on what it was, but it felt as though he was doing it to hide something. Maybe she'd caught him during a moment of deep pondering; and it bothered her immensely. Whatever it was, he was deliberately keeping it from her.

If their circumstances had been anything but what they were, she wouldn't have let it bother her much. The man was grown, they weren't intimate with each other and he was allowed to exercise boundaries.

However. However.

Their relationship was by no means a normal one, not anymore. As much as he had proven to be able to help her, he had also proven the opposite - that he was capable of violence without so much as batting an eyelash. He had broken that cleaner's bones effortlessly, expertly, as if he was used to it just as he was used to breathing air. Orion Locke would either be her biggest ally and asset, or he would bring about her demise in the most tragic and painful way possible. Her life was practically in the palm of his hands now, as untrained and unknowledgeable as she was. She was not foolish enough to let this escape her mind. She was highly conscious of it, of him and of herself.

So yes, the fact that he was refusing to look at her unnerved her a lot.

It felt as though he had returned to being exactly how he had been before the cleaner incident, just when he'd allowed her a glimpse into who he really was after that raw kiss.

She narrowed her eyes as they followed him into his bedroom.

Oh, he was not getting away with this. Not at all. Nope.

By the time he returned, her expression had smoothened out and she looked perfectly clueless as she was being presented with a clean dress shirt.

"Feel free to change in the bedroom, if you wish. Though..."
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Mercy. What now?

Orion approached her and she didn't dare move, too curious to find out what he'd do next.

Her heartbeat quickened when she felt his hands on her body and her grip on the front of her towel tightened in response. After the hot shower she'd taken, her skin was reacting extremely sensitive to touch and Alice couldn't help but hum in approval as he brushed his fingers across her hips.

Interesting choice. He had her facing away from him.

Not getting away, she repeated inside her head, as if to remind herself of her resolve.

Was this man even aware of how good he smelled? She'd happily roll around in his scent forever if she could. It was deliciously male but clean. She wasn't about to tell him that though. The kiss to her head felt nice and comforting, so comforting in fact she nearly closed her eyes, though his next statement made sure she stayed wide awake.

Since you went through all this trouble of showing me this gorgeous sight of a treat hidden behind a curtain, should I be a gentleman and help you get dressed? Come on now. Be a good girl and drop that towel, hm? I won't peek. I promise.​

Albeit his words shocked her, this had a corner of her mouth curl up into an amused, lopsided smirk. Such a statement was hardly gentlemanly. Not that she had wanted him to react in a gentlemanly manner to begin with, she realized. A small shiver had run down her spine when he called her a good girl with that deep voice of his, though she didn't feel cold at all. Quite the opposite, actually. She completely understood why he was so good at what he was doing and why he was yet to be found responsible for all of the crimes he'd committed all over again - the man was so good at manipulation. She felt herself getting sucked into his clever ministrations once more. She had to stop him from doing that with her.

Alice turned around to face him.

Good lord. He was beyond hot.

Time was ticking by as she was openly assessing him.

She raised her right hand to take hold of his chin with her thumb and index finger, guiding his face down so he had no choice but to look at her.

"Hm," she hummed in approval again.

Damn it, he had a penetrating stare. Whether he was aware of it or not - his eyes were stunning. Orion had that mysteriousness about him that drove women wild--including her. She wanted to read what was on his mind and it vexed her that she couldn't. More than that, that smile - it was back. She couldn't wait to wipe it off of his face.

Once she made sure she had his full attention and he was holding her gaze, Alice took the dress shirt and flipped it around so that the open side was facing away from her, pushing it back into his hands for him to hold. Then, she slipped underneath his arms, closing the distance between them anew.

And then, then she dropped the towel, eager to see what kind of a reaction it would elicit from him. She wanted to, no, had to. It made her bold and almost defiant.

Although small, she was curvy and blessed where it mattered and she knew it. Alice loved her body and wasn't above using it to her advantage. Her breasts were just right, not too big and not too small--a healthy handful, dipping into a pretty waistline and transitioning into a pair of luscious thighs that he's already made himself familiar with. Her skin was still damp and radiating heat. The look in her green eyes was daunting and taunting. She would get him to bare himself in front of her one way or another. She looped one of her arms into a sleeve slowly, her movements languid, before she also looped the other, releasing him from his duty.

The shirt was big on her and almost wore like a dress, so she only closed a few middle buttons lazily, leaving the top part open enough so it exposed her collar bones and then some.

She was hype-aware of him, knowing she had a problem now. She was growing an odd obsession with him. It happened fast and swiftly.

Alice gave him a cute pat on the cheek, as if she was speaking to something adorable. "You spoil me, good Sir. Thank you very much for your kind services." She tilted her head. "However can I repay you?"

 

[Devils Temptation]

Did she know how much he adored that smirk of hers? For Orion, it was the worst expression of all. He had always seen the utter scum of the Earth flashing that self-assured look as if they hadn't just commit an atrocity... but on her? Lovely. In fact, it was blatantly sexy. Alice had an awfully unsuspecting level of charm one might not expect on a short, bite-sized girl like her. Orion had originally thought her to be one of those meek, innocent women with doe-eyes and a soft, dainty tone. All it took was a total of two days spent together for him to quickly realize that she was very much a vixen wearing a rabbit's hide. Enough that by the time that she turned around, the tone in his voice faltered into silence. His smile settled to a quiet, flat expression and his gaze locked onto her own for those uneasy few moments.

It hadn't been uneasy as if they were standing off against one another. No. It was uneasy because the tension felt painfully thick.

A flutter of his eyes settled close at her soft touch against his jawline and chin. It hadn't been the exact reaction she was hoping for but the next hum had his gaze settling open once more and he said the one thing that was on his mind, seeing that redhead paint into his view once more. "You're beautiful." Simple, genuine words that hardly held any sort of lie in them whatsoever. If it was mystery that drew her wild, she was wholly unprepared for the heat that followed a straightforward approach. Neither of them were entirely equipped to handle the other perfectly, but maybe that was what was most intoxicating of all. Once she had dropped that towel entirely, however, it was almost certainly her victory.

Warmer, faintly flushed features settled atop his cheeks and in that telegraphed way his gaze immediately darted down to her every curve. Starting at her collarbone and tracing down along her breasts, he took in the way her fuller chest narrowed down into a curvaceous set of hips. Full thighs, the type that felt just as addictive to hold as they were to look at. Orion could have dropped that dress shirt at any given moment and simply turned away... given her the reprieve that a gentleman would, but he wouldn't. That seething stare of his made sure to enjoy her for every second that she offered herself up to him. So much so that when she finally began to button open the middle few buttons a disappointed sigh would leave his lips. Orion wouldn't elaborate on why that sigh came out of his lips. Someone as quick-witted as Alice could've pieced together what he was doing without him needing to be explicit about it.

The pat against his cheek was met with some hint of warmth against her fingertips from the faint heat that still lingered there.

However can I repay you?​

...Now what the hell was that? Were they in some cheap, raunchy adult film? Smirking, he would struggle to stifle his own laugh before being forced to avert his gaze and look off to the side. "Do you really want the answer to that, Ms. Valentine? There's a dozen things I can think of. Honestly..." A step away from her, followed by his arms folding behind his back as if openly disarming himself in front of her. "...do you think I will be gentle with you? You said it best yourself. I, too, am just a man. And --" Taking a few steps around her, he would circle her. This time around he made no attempt to remain behind her, though those footsteps would always have him just narrowly out of her gaze as if at any moment he could grab her. "--you, too, are just a woman. Would you like a reminder, dear?" Warm breath splashed against the curve of her ear from behind. There was no telling when his pacing would have him pounce, but when that time came he made sure that she wasn't at all ready for it. A lurch forward from the side had a surprising amount of force applied to her.

So much so that their bodies audibly slammed against the wall next to the bathroom door. One of his biceps snuck behind her waist before her back collided against the wall, instead forcing her to lean her entire weight against his snug, well-built arm... but the roughness hardly ended there. One hand cradled along her right cheek and one trace of his thumb brushed over her plusher lower lip - right before digging past the confines of her mouth and forcing her mouth to part for that thicker thumb of his. Deliberately, he rested it right atop her teeth as if begging her to bite down on his finger. It wouldn't do anything. His fingers were far too thick for her to do any sort of meaningful damage to.

Instead, what she would receive was far less polite than something anyone might imagine coming out of his mouth.

"Open your fucking mouth. Now."
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Politeness had all but entirely eroded from his tone and the only thing left in its place was a blatant, deep want for the woman he had pinned against that wall. It hardly mattered whether or not Alice obliged either. Orion wasn't asking. He was demanding. Had she resisted, all it took for him to force her was a few leisurely caresses of his index and middle fingers along her jawline to ease her mouth open a little further. With the combination of his thumb already past her lips, there was hardly much need for him to be anything more than a little rough with the smaller woman.

Once he saw what he wanted, he didn't hesitate.

Tilting his head forward, his lips buried up against her own. One hand on her cheek, the other swiping up past her midsection to grasp at her right breast. Not only had it fit perfectly in his grip, he was utterly unapologetic about the way he blatantly groped her. Firm squeezes had his palm flattening against the softer mound, twisting his palm a few times over to grind over the barely-clad and far more sensitive peak of her chest. His tongue was quick to meet her own, tip gingerly grazing over against her own right before taking its sweet time in that languish, slow sweep of her mouth.

Her teeth, her cheeks, the roof of her mouth.

The kiss was wet. It was messy. It practically dripped hunger. Back and forth, the lock of their mouths in that open-mouthed kiss would have a faint trail of drool spilling form the corners of their lips, brushed off briefly by another leisurely caress of his hand that still remained pressed against her jawline. Back and forth for a few moments, he ensured that his taste and flavor was thoroughly ingrained in her mouth and that hers, by extension, was buried into his. There was no space between them. Aside from that one tight, wandering palm that continued to grope at her chest his broader frame had nearly entirely sandwiched her against the wall beneath himself. By the time the couple parted...

The damage had already been done. Panting, needy exhales left Orion's lips and both of theirs had gone mildly raw from kissing one another so furiously for what felt like an eternity despite how it was a mere few seconds of bliss. "Haah... are you doing this on purpose...? How fucking adorable. Think wisely before you taunt me like this... I won't simply take it lying down when you try to seduce me, Alice..." Another brief pause, caressing her cheek one more time before he gave his one and only final warning to her.

"I will make you mine if you continue like this, darling." The heat spilling off his baritone on the last syllable almost begged her to tease... to challenge him one more time -- but if she did that...

 

[Luvia]

A big sense of satisfaction made itself a home in her chest as she basked in the aftermath of that charged moment. Her boldness had paid off -- Alice drank in each delicious change of expression on his face. That's it, she mused, watching him give in to her, bit by bit.

There was something incredibly powerful and gratifying in being able to fluster a man like him into silence. To see a hint of real warmth tint his usually pale, gaunt cheeks. That is what she had wanted, and what she found herself craving more and more. She needed him to stop thinking, to leave behind reason, and to make way for the things that were lurking underneath his steely mask. She had learned about his deepest, darkest secret, and yet, here she was, surprising the both of them. She hadn't run, and she couldn't, but she was also here out of her own free volition. She needed him to understand that he didn't need to repress himself with her, just as she didn't want to hide anything from him. She wasn't arrogant enough to think that she would be able to get him to abandon something that, most likely, had been years in the making so easily however. At least, not right away.

His response to her silly, half-jesting question was very welcomed, it was meant to be corny and had her mirror the same smirk in return. It was a relief, really. That she was still capable of a chuckle or two. And to see it on him, was another treat altogether.

There's a dozen things I can think of. Honestly...​

Alice shivered in anticipation when he stepped away from her. She expelled a breath as she felt him watch her like a panther watched his prey, holding himself back, perhaps in an attempt to regain control or to show discipline.

You, too, are just a woman. Would you like a reminder, dear?​

He chided and she tried not to grin in triumphant glee. She, in fact, would very much like that. Alice realized then that, in a way, she had been projecting -- more than anything else, she wanted to stop thinking. She wanted to turn off her brain and just -- feel. To stimulate her senses.

Before she could say something smart to him, she felt her equilibrium being thrown off. She didn't have time to scream.

All she could do was gasp upon the impact of them crashing against the wall. She expected pain, though it never came, his arm had made sure of that. How could he be so rough yet still so gentle with her, despite his attempt at deluding her into thinking he wouldn't be? Heat pooled inside her as he pinned her, both physically and with his eyes. It made her knees want to buckle.

Fuck.

She had to admit -- she loved the feel of his hands on her. She leaned her face into the one that took hold of her cheek. It made her want to purr like a cat. They were rough yet firm and oh so perfect against her skin. The look in her eyes became heavy-lidded as her lips parted for him, though not without indulging herself first. His forceful intrusion into her warm mouth was met with her tongue licking at his thumb, feeling it, probing it, swirling around it in a slow manner before she closed her lips around it and -- sucked. The way he looked at her in that moment was priceless. It coaxed a low, little moan out of her vocals. She knew she was playing a dangerous game with him, testing his patience like that. It drove her mad, and she had an inkling that she would only ever stop feeling so once she had driven him to a point of madness too.

Alice could see that he was breathing harder now, his thumb putting more pressure on her.

Open your fucking mouth. Now.​

A part of her couldn't believe that she was actually trying to break Orion like she was really playing this game.

His change in demeanor in the face of lust was titillating. Dizzying. It was almost too much. Almost.

She certainly wasn't complaining. Not now, not ever.

She submitted to his command and did as she was told. The sudden crush of his lips on hers as the consequence caused a shocked, louder moan to escape her, and he responded with a vigor that had her skin on fire and her heart leaping.

Dear god. The taste of him.

She was standing on her tiptoes and her hands buried into his shirt tightly as his tongue forced her mouth to open wider. She took it in eagerly, embracing the domineering force behind it, wanting it like it was her only chance at salvation, something that only Orion would be able to give her. His other hand roamed over her body and she moved against him as much as she could, wanting more, wanting him, needing him.

Whereas the kiss had started languid and slow, it turned downright dirty fast, like the water dam had just broken and they were about to consume each other. So much reckless abandon was at play, and it would never be enough, not until they became one. Not until she didn't know where he ended and where she began.

Nothing mattered in that moment except for his lips, his body, his everything.

Orion was a starved man and he was kissing her like he didn't just want her body, but her soul; her entire essence. It was possessive, as if he was in the process of claiming ownership over her.

When he removed himself from her, chest rising and falling frantically, panting, it felt as though it was one last attempt at controlling his own urges. The unspoken words he refused to say were reflected within his heated gaze; as if he was telling her 'help me save you' ... though he would find no help from her. Not at all. She had tampered with the breaks and had let go of the wheel. He would find zero help from this girl, and he had only himself to blame. It should have been a crime to look at someone like that and expect them to not want to do unspeakable things to them.

I will make you mine if you continue like this, darling.​

This earned him a small, breathy laugh. Silly man.

Alice didn't leave him much more time than that to compose himself. She preferred to strike while the iron was still hot. She took Orion by a hand and dragged him with her, walking them into his bedroom where she motioned for him to stand at its foot. Using both of her hands, she placed them on his broad chest and gave him a forceful push, hinting at him that she wanted him to sit. When he did, she climbed on top of his lap immediately, straddling him, still very much out of breath. She closed her eyes momentarily, reeling at the feeling of his rough pants against her sensitive skin.

She was completely bare down there and sat right on top of what felt like a very impressive buldge.

Her eyes fluttered back open, meeting his, pleading with him -- stay with me.

"You're a very cunning man," she stated, her voice dripping with evident neediness. She took ahold of the hand he'd used to push his thumb inside her mouth, placing a brief kiss on said thumb, "accusing me of seduction when all you've been doing is this, and quite often." To prove a point, she placed another, open-mouthed kiss on the back of his hand, then on his palm, recalling all the times he'd kissed her knuckles, albeit innocently. Alice placed his fingers on her hip, contemplating for a second how they would feel around her throat, before she continued to grab the collar of his shirt, spreading it open enough so she had a generous view over his naked skin all the way down to his pectorals. She leaned forward and pressed herself into him further, feeling every hard part of his body underneath her and surely enough, he would be able to feel every soft counterpart of her own.

She continued to place more open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, on the exact same spots he had kissed on her before they'd killed that rotten bastard together. Alice moved up and nipped his earlobe. "Feels familiar?"

She leaned a little away from him then, but only enough so she would be able to look at his ravishing face. What expression was he making now?

He had warned her of what he'd do to her if she were to cross the line. And since she'd taken the line, tossed it into the fire and dared to dance around it like she couldn't give three fucks, she could only fathom what was going on in his mind right now.

Alice took a forced slow breath, trying to play it cool, before one of her hands wandered between them and ended up cupping him through his pants.

Mercy, he was big. She gulped visibly.

"So really," she whispered against his sinful mouth, using her other hand to feather a finger over his lower lip, "who has been seducing who?"

There. She'd just unplugged the grenade and dropped it.

 

[Devils Temptation]

Danger was an interesting albeit bizarre concept. Rational, sane-minded individuals would always stray far from it. For a moth, all it took was one single loose ember to end its life. Every so often, however, there were those that found themselves wildly addicted to that exact danger. A rabbit taunting the jaws of a wolf without a care in the world as if begging to have fangs sank into her. For those few, short moments Orion kept his gaze locked to Alice's own as if waiting for that moment that she would back away. To release his hand, to rush off knowing full well that all of his was sporadic and sudden... but that never came to pass.

Maybe he didn't want that stroke of rationality to hit her at all.

She had no chance whatsoever to move her towering partner, even her hand that clung tight to his own practically vanished over top his broad palm. Any movement or tugs she gave him were reciprocated by him wandering out after her in an oddly quiet manner all up until the cue she gave to settle by the bed. One shove later and his hand would graze down along her waist and thigh in a single drag of his finger before finding a resting spot right against the curve of her rear. Firmly, his fingers sank against the softer warmth and that rich sensation of rougher, more masculine digits would knead against a far softer, supple body. Once more, his eyes closed. All up until she had started to take the initiative, he had been largely muted. More or less responsive rather than proactive, even if his body was brutally honest with her.

Thick, tented arousal pushed up against the seams of his dress pants to such a notable warmth that she could feel his outline pressing right up against her entrance as if he hadn't even needed to slip out of his trousers for her to make out his shape. Blatantly, he seemed like such a tight fit for a woman like Alice.

Orion's gaze opened once again, setting onto her own. That look in her eyes. Desperation, but not the type he was used to... and finally she once again saw that smile she had come to so dearly love, painted right across his features. Soft, polite, but genuine. It hadn't been nearly as charming or striking as how he usually grinned - that one was like a marionette. A puppet. A mask. The type of smile that he gave to others to assure them that there was no danger to worry about... but that wouldn't work. Not on her. Not anymore.

"Why are we doing this?" Abruptly, he brought up somethin that seemed to put a wedge in that searing tension between them. Twisting his hand in her grip, he'd press his knuckles a little further against the cleft of her lips and another amused smirk left his mouth. "Do we really like one another, Alice? Or is this just horniness fueled by the desperation of two people that, more or less, have no one else? What do you think?" For every kiss that she left along his body she felt some sort of reaction. A caress against her curves, a small hitch of his breath, or the notable pulse of his arousal that still rested so precariously close to her entrance. To call their textures polar opposites would be an understatement. Pushing against him was nearly like pressing against a brick wall. There was absolutely no give. Once he had sat down on the bed, it became painfully obvious just how much he was holding back with her. Well-defined, firm carves of muscle along his pectorals had blatant lines her fingernails could trace down in her task of mapping out his body.

Feels familiar?

A tilt of his head to the side, followed by an affirmative hum. "This wasn't quite like how I remember it. You know, Alice... you aren't afraid I'll betray you? Or that I think you'll betray me?" Why? Why was he talkin so much about this bullshit when they were so fucking close to tearing into each other like one another was the most delectable meal they'd had in years. It was simple, really. On that moment she pulled away, his hand grasped back at her chin again and that look in his eyes shifted from passive to strikingly sharp. The type of look that forced her to keep eye contact with him because there was no telling what he would do to her if she even dared to look away.

"Deep down, I crave you in a fundamental manner. Not necessarily as someone to fuck. Or someone to hold when the world burns around us. No... it goes much deeper than that, Alice." Whereas her motions had been rough and abrupt, the way he handled her was painfully cool. Kneads of his thumb against his index finger would smoothen out the crease of her dress shirt. One by one, he undid the buttons down the center and with every single one, he'd expose more and more of that gorgeous body of hers... but his eyes didn't wander. They kept themselves glued against her gaze and that slow inferno that had started with a few calm words would begin to grow uncontrollably hotter and harsher. "I won't just fuck you tonight, Alice." His palm that had been idly groping at her rear lurched to grab at her wrist, keeping her hand down against the outline of his potent arousal.

"If I told you I wanted everything about you... would you believe me? I want your body to be addicted to mine. I want your thoughts to be swarmed with the idea of me. I want your emotions to be an utter mess if I so much as snap my fingers... and then calm all the same with a single hand atop your hair and my voice against your ear. So when you ask me... who has been seducing who? I can't help but just..." A low, baritone laugh spilled from his lips. Rolling chuckles that slipped from his mouth like pure honey, but that too was just a misdirection.

In that next moment, both his hands grabbed at her dress shirt one on each seam and with a yank forward and then a shove downwards, he would bury Alice's frame right down onto the mattress beneath him. One knee sank between her thighs, grinding and rolling back and forth against her core while his palm squeezed and kneaded against her right breast. Between his index and middle finger, the firm roll of her nipple would ensure that the sensitive bud would be plenty warmed up. "...wonder what you mean, you little fucking vixen. How is it that you have me thinking about doing these things to you? Innocent, polite me doing such an improper act to a woman --" Oh, she was so fucking delectable... he wanted her. There wasn't anything in recent memory, for those last few years in his life, that he craved nearly as much as the redhead beneath him.

...But that same question was still prevalent. Why? Toxic codependence or necessity, Orion didn't give a damn at this point.

Pulling his knee back, his free hand dove between Alice's thighs. A slow sweep of his thumb and index finger would map out her entrance, tracing all along her outer lips before the sensation of his thumb openly grazed up against her clit at the very hood. "We should use protection, shouldn't we...? But, that's problematic too -- I'm not particularly much of a flirt..." How fucking ironic. Guiding the tip of his index and middle finger against her entrance, he twisted his palm to slowly start dipping into her. "...so there's little need for me to carry around condoms. Oh well... we can get by just on this, can't we?" Continual kneads against her clit would be supplemented by the sensation of his lips kissing up her shoulder and against her neck. Orion's remaining hand kept tight along her breast and in that moment where every part of her body had been assaulted by the sensation of her companion, those broad, thick digits finally slid into her.

Tight.

She was a blatantly tight fit. Enough that stretching her could make him slip two in, but for now, the light flex and knead of just his index finger would stretch and push against her inner walls. Rougher, masculine digits softly grazed down along her core to map out every single inch of her. "You're tight. You won't be when I'm done with you. I promise." Protection or not, risky or otherwise... he was going to take his sweet time stretching her out.

 

[Luvia]

His words got her thinking.

Truly, it felt as though he'd dumped a bucket of ice water over her head. Rationale returned to get the gears in her head turning -- gone was the magic spell. Goosebumps broke out over Alice's fair skin as an epiphany hit her and journeyed to the center of her mind.

What was she doing?

Tempting a man that she evidently found quite attractive? Sure, but it wasn't just that. It was never that damned simple.

A myriad of emotions swirled in her green eyes as she looked up at Orion, her damp, bright red hair fanning out all around her in a pretty halo.

For the first time since she'd sealed her fate in blood, she used her genius brain to think; noticing in the process that she wasn't acting like her usual self. Or was she? How confusing.

You know, Alice... you aren't afraid I'll betray you? Or that I think you'll betray me?

Death had been at her doorstep from the moment she'd listened in on that phone call. It had been looming over her head ever since, robbing her of any sort of control over her life.

She closed her eyes, as if to shield herself from the ugly truth, and buried a hand in Orion's dark hair while her other hand snaked under his shirt and grabbed him by his shoulder. And for a moment, all she did was enjoy what he was doing to her body.

No, she mused to herself then, she hadn't been in control over her life in a very long time.

Losing her parents and her fiancée, as well as her home, had finally opened her eyes in that regard. She had been living as docile as possible, repressed really, facing the world with a practiced, soft smile when all she felt at any given point in time was rage and disdain. The main reason why she hated it on Orion, was because it reminded her of herself. Her loathing ran deep and had only grown more twisted over the years. And if she was honest with herself, grief and horror weren't the only sentiments she'd felt after the Valentines' brutal murder -- there had also been a fucked up sense of relief. For just like that, gone were those who had constantly berated her for the choices she'd made in life. Gone was their repulsion and the judgement, the verbal abuse. The expectations. Gone, too, was the man who had constantly sought to teach her lessons, even in their bedroom. Get a hold of yourself, he'd told her once after she expressed her need for intimacy, you're not a cat in heat, it's almost unsightly how desperate you are.

And now?

Now she was finally free. Except -- she wasn't, but she could be. She fucking could be. All she had to do was wrap Orion around her little finger and fill his mind with her to the point he'd never dare lay a hand on her, much less betray her. He'd protect her. He'd listen to her. He'd crave her.

Her revenge, at its core, was something she sought because it would allow her to well and truly close this chapter of her life. She didn't have to like Orion in the process, and she wasn't sure if she did, but oh she desired him. He was the first person who had seen glimpses of her no one had seen before, and all he did was express his desire for her in return. Not disgust. Desire. He was, by no means, an innocent and helpless man like he suggested, but there was some truth behind what he'd implied -- Alice was seducing him. She'd realized that he was someone who had been without affection and intimacy for a very long time; it was something she could use to her own advantage. She would stop at nothing until he was completely and utterly infatuated with her, which, based on what he'd revealed to her, wouldn't be that difficult of a feat. However, was she truly aware of what it meant to lay with a man like him? Of the consequences? Of the price?

Her hand in his hair grabbed a fistful of it and she tugged at it instinctively when he pushed a finger into her wet core. She was tight. A sliver of worry hushed over her face as her lips parted anyway to let go of an unabashed groan. It had been far too long since her last time, so much so that the little bit of stimulation thus far had her toes curling and her hips moving ever so slightly. Could she handle him?

Alice's hand on his shoulder wandered on his skin, scratching him, relishing in the feeling of his taut muscles flexing underneath her fingers. Everything about him was very overpowering and big, he was a big man. Oh well.

"I don't fucking care," she responded in frustration at the mention of protection. What Orion didn't know was that she and her fiancée had tried to get pregnant a few times in the past, yet it had never worked. Thank god it had never worked. She was convinced that she was infertile and thus couldn't give a damn. She raised herself on an elbow impatiently, causing one side of her dress shirt to fall over her shoulder, then tugged at his hair once more so he was forced to cease his delectable exploration of her neck and look at her. She leaned forward, capturing his lower lip in a brief but possessive kiss, biting him even, before she swiped her tongue over it as if to soothe the damage.

Perhaps that would get him to shut up.

She could feel his breath on her own lips and their noses were nearly touching. So close.

"I promise that I won't make it easy for you." Make what not easy? Access to her body? Hardly, with how she pushed herself up against his hand, seeking more friction.

"You say you want all of those things from me Orion, but do you realize how fucked up that is? Are you listening to yourself?" She said and yet, it was exactly what she was counting on.

"I'll tell you what..." Alice placed another sensual kiss on his lips, addicted to the taste of him. The heat in his gaze was wholly male and scorching, and he let her see it -- it was as shocking as it was arousing. It had her lady bits screaming and on fire. How could one man have so much sexual energy and not act on it? She licked her lips like a feline. If this didn't work, she made plans in the back of her head to walk the path of a nun. "... you're welcome to try. Make me."

 

[Devils Temptation]

I promise that I won't make it easy for you.​

Easy.

Easy like how she was practically begging him to fuck her not even a week after she had moved into his residence fully? Easy like how she had melted to a few deliberate touches of her thighs and against her rear? Easy like how she had immediately clung to him for sanity and for relief all while the world around them was going pitch black in complete and utter grunge and despair? She, more than anyone, had no right to say that. An annoyed glare had his palm curling tighter against her practically drenched entrance, openly massaging against it all while she continued to share that raw vitriol in his direction. She was fooling no one. Not him. Not herself.

do you realize how fucked up that is? Are you listening to yourself?​

"Don't be deluded, Alice. Are you going to walk away once we finish your revenge? Go our separate ways? Are you going to return to normal civilian life like some good girl? No. Once you set out this way... you never had any place other than right in my arms. You clearly need to be shown that." It was a path that had no return route. Only a stairwell further into hell. Flattening his hand against her entrance, he put a firm amount of pressure onto the tips of his fingers while he pushed down against a sweet spot of hers closer to the exterior of her pussy. She'd only be able to fantasize about how much harder he could fuck her sweet spots if he had been buried inside of her properly in that moment. Too much talking. Not enough fucking. It was that exact insistence for the two to run their mouths that just made them more aroused. The banter, the frustration, their arousal... all of it grew to a point that was dizzying. All she needed to do was push her thigh up barely to feel the way his trousers were strained to the point that it felt like they'd tear.

I'll tell you what...
... you're welcome to try. Make me.​

"Fuck you." A raw, basic set of two words that had him pulling away. The tug of his fingers out of her drenched core had them completely soaked in her arousal and he made no attempt to hide how he dipped both of those thicker fingers into his mouth to lap up along her flavor. Another free hand grasped along his glasses, folding and setting them down to the side onto the nightstand before going for his waistband. "This isn't particularly nice of you, dear. Do you know that? I treat you like a princess and here you are, baring your fangs at me like some sort of disobedient pup." Slowly, his pants would drag down just enough to expose the firm carve of his V-line. Well-built, bulky thighs the sort that could completely destroy her hips had he fucked her even half as roughly as that searing gaze seemed to suggest he wanted to. Eventually, the band of his boxers would block those last few portions of his legs and subsequently that outlined arousal that tented firm against those dark undergarments. He waited. He waited for her to keep watching him.

When he paused for a few moments too long and their eyes met again, a smirk plastered across his lips along with an arch of his brow as his to say... are you waiting for something?

Of course she was. Slipping his fingers past that last barrier of silken fabric holding the two back, the peel off of his layers would once again let her trace that line further down along the ridge of his thighs. Every inch of him had a well-defined, muscular physique and that virility hardly stopped once she reached that thick, hardened cock that was already stiffened between his thighs. Orion's right hand curled tight around his length, thumb aligning beneath the underside and pushing right up to the junction of where his girth met his tip. Even a hand as bulky as his barely seemed to fit all the way around that utterly girthy length. "You're going to be a rather tight fit, darling... what was it you asked me to do to you? How about something simple..." The audible, thick clap of his hand jerking himself in front of her would have that alluring throb of his girthier cock pulsing right in front of her. Leaning forward, his tip pushed right against her entrance. One hand flattened along the sheets next to her head and the other grabbed against her rear to hold her thigh hooked in place around his leg.

"...leaving you more satisfied than you ever have been in your life. Though, surely not? A gentleman like me surely won't be able to do that to you?" A tilt of his head along with that crooked grin of his. He was playing with her. Rolls of his hip had his tip grinding down against her clit with every missed entry that had him pushing, instead, against the roof of her lower lips. Unfortunately for her - she'd find that she hardly had the time to contemplate whether or not he was bullshitting her about his experience in the bed. Realigning his tip against her entrance, a single push forward would force his tip to stretch her tight little core.

One palm sank against her own, fingers dipping between the gaps of her fingers as a single, muffled curse choked from his lips at how utterly tight she was... but that didn't matter to him. All she needed was a few good fuckings to adjust to the size that'd be claiming her regularly. Dark eyes glared down into her own gorgeous emeralds and that throbbing, raw sensation of his girth would forge further into her with bucks of his hips. "...So fucking cute. You really think... you won't be saying... that you love me? I'll break you. I'll be starting... right... here." One hand grabbed at her right breast, the other tightening along her rear before the firm roll and smack of his hips started to forge inch by inch into her tight little tunnel. His fingers hardly reached anything more than a few inches in her... they had filled her up - but she wouldn't have understood just how pathetic and meager that was compared to his cock. Just the way he stretched her felt like he planned to make her ache for days after that night. The lurch of springs and the firm, audible smack of her fuller rear against thick, chiseled muscle was a sensation orgasmic all on its own.

"Look me in the fucking eyes while I do this to you." Raising his hand, he struck it audibly against her ass. A nice, firm red handprint would darken along that porcelain skin of hers and he would lean forward to flatten his pectorals against her chest all while guiding another inch of himself into her. Halfway inside of her tightness at that point... but he wasn't stopping until she had every last inch inside. Their foreheads brushed and his lips would meet hers in an eager kiss. Audibly wet and delectable as ever, the moment he split it he would transition from those rolls of his hips to the firm fucking sensation of his thrusts pulling and slamming back into her. It wasn't a particularly fast pace... but it was slow, deep fucking. Orion gave Alice those sweet few moments to suck in a breath every single time before he crashed back into her again all over again. Every slam that pushed his tip in would push that tip a little further with each thrust.

He wanted to see that look in her eyes. He wanted to see her expression when he brought her to orgasm, to the realization that this was a losing battle, that she fucking adored being underneath him - fucked like this without an ounce or shred of fighting back. She was his. He'd teach her that she had no choice but to be his.

 

[Luvia]

Fuck you.​

She'd done and did it now.

Maybe, just maybe, she shouldn't have said that. Where she got this boldness from, she had no idea, and all she could do now was reap the repercussions of her choices.

Alice's cheeks flushed as she watched him lick his fingers, taken aback by the sight of it, of the satisfaction she could read on his face in that moment. It was the single most erotic thing she'd ever seen, closely followed by what he did next: He took off his glasses. She bit on her lower lip then, stunned into silence, drinking him in, admiring how it gave him a much more unhinged and dangerous look. It drove her wild. Her eyes traveled lower, studying him, excitement thrumming against her rib cage as he began to undress himself.

This was really happening.

It would seem that, despite the clever little plan that she'd come up with, she was a poor liar. She was too honest and upright for her own good, and it always showed in her eyes. She couldn't hide in the least what effect he had on her. She wanted him, as absolutely crazy as it was.

His physique was nothing short of male perfection and only made her even more curious. She ended up staring at his pants -- she had felt him already, but how did it look? How did he taste?

His tease was met with the narrowing of her eyes and a pout, embarrassment staining her cheeks an even deeper pink as she realized he'd caught her gawking.

Alice froze as he bared himself to her.

Oh. My. God.

Her eyes widened and a shiver slithered down her back. The full impact of seeing the ever enigmatic detective like this in all his glory, it simply took her breath away. Don't hyperventilate, she told herself, though her inner monologue continued, who am I kidding? He might not fit. She genuinely believed it as she took in his muscular thighs, then his cock. His erection was huge and ready. It looked even bigger than she had anticipated, which she had thought was impossible. She swallowed and looked up at him like a wounded and cornered little rabbit. Orion was gorgeous. Sexy. His beauty was dark and lethal on so many levels. She'd never felt this frenzied amount of passion before and she was two seconds away from losing her damned mind, her vision tunneling.

When he moved forward and trapped her body with his own once more, she raised a hand in front of her mouth as if to shield herself, to hide. This -- it felt too good, too right. She barely even paid attention to what he was saying, for all she could register was the feeling of his massive length rubbing against her wet core. Ohhh, he was definitely out for revenge, to show her exactly who was in charge here. Adrenaline pounded in her veins at his predatory expression as he pinned her underneath him. He was like a storm, barely giving her time to react.

"Ahh!--nghh..." A choked moan escaped her and she closed her eyes at the temporary pain, reeling from the sensation of him stretching her with his tip alone. He was completely filling her out. Her hand was grabbed and pushed against the mattress, their fingers intertwining as he began a delicious rhythm with his hips. Her soft, unblemished skin was still utterly sensitive from her shower, which made every caress along the curves of her body feel sizzling. Orion was like fire between her legs.

She felt the pressure inside her build, spurred on by his earlier ministrations with his fingers and now his voice. Her thoughts became disconnected. Where was she? Who was she? She wasn't sure of anything anymore. He was quick at reminding her, however. Her eyes snapped open and she let out a pained cry upon the smack against her plush rear. He'd grabbed and hit her ass hard, causing an electrifying shock to rock her body. It had her brain misfiring. When his mouth took hers in another feverish kiss, she knew she was losing this game fast. He could have asked anything and everything of her right then and there. The change in pace had her moaning his name with no restraint and unraveling right in his arms.

Gone was her confidence from earlier.

He was bringing her closer and closer to having her first orgasm.

This -- it was intense. Instead of ravishing her on the spot, he was taking his time, torturing her into sweet submission with each hard but languid thrust. Everything about it was sensual and raw, heightened by their eye contact. It felt as though he was looking into the deepest parts of her, roaming, searching, fully intent on ensnaring her. It was all the encouragement she needed. Her sweet face contorted and pleasure exploded in her body. She saw sparkles. The sounds of their fucking and her gentle, wanton moans filled the room. She hadn't lasted long at all, and they hadn't even properly started. Hell, she was pretty sure he wasn't even fully inside her yet.

He was good -- this man knew exactly what he was doing, there was no denying that. There was probably nothing he wasn't good at.

She found herself feeling incredibly insatiable, wanting more.

Alice half-glared up at him, feeling shocked when she indeed realized that he was nowhere near close to being fully inside her yet as he continued to fuck her through her high. With a will power and strength she didn't know she possessed, she reached up to grab his dress shirt with shaking hands, then tore it open, sending a few buttons flying. She needed to feel him fully, skin on skin.

"Y-You're too big," she accused him, her breathing restless, her lips feeling tingly and bee-stung, quivering. "I don't know if I can--," she shook her head, sounding fearful. "You'll ruin me."

If anything, he was in the process of ruining every other man for her that wasn't him.

 

[Devils Temptation]

There was no need to put on airs. No need to flaunt and tempt one another. There was no need for Alice to try and even pretend like the way his girth molder her tight little entrance wasn't anything short of addictive. Orion had never even attempted to choke back those low, dulcet moans that reached her ears every single time his hips drew back before the harsh CLAP of their meeting thighs had his tip smothering against those sweet spots so far back in her pussy that had never even been so much as grazed anytime before. Rugged, broad fingers had been delectable all on their own but they hardly compared to the way that she was practically stretched to that delicious limit of hers through his thicker length. Just enough. It was that addictive fullness that was just enough to completely bury into her while being just shy of being a little too painful to handle. Or maybe it had crossed that threshold. The pain that should've been there was replaced by nothing more than searing, hot pleasure from how the two were practically made to be with one another.

But...

There was still so much more to bury into her.

Alice's half-glare was met with that hooded stare in return, eyes heavy with the sort of need that assured her that she was going nowhere until the tip of his cock was practically kissing up against the back of her pussy and every last inch was buried into her. Up until that point, he had been gentle. Though she might have not noticed with the way he buried her down against the bed, slamming his hand against the mattress of grabbing at her palm - it was nowhere near as close to how harshly he could have fucked her. The tear of his dress shirt was met with a just as abrupt yank of her palm, burying it down against his chest to allow her to roam her palm all over those broad pecs that she had been ogling all this time. They had the same idea. Skin on skin. They had to feel one another or it wouldn't have been remotely enough for the two.

Y-You're too big,​

"No. Too big? Haha... you're so fucking cute..." Repeating her words back to her, the breathless tone of her far larger lover would lean right up against her ear. Chest flattening against her own, the sensation of being buried beneath such a well-built man allowed her to carve every last ridge of muscle into her memory just by the sensation against her own skin. Orion's hips would flatten against her own as well, packing an additional inch or two into her slick, well-fucked core. Chin brushing against the curve of her nape and shoulder and those lips so dangerously close to her ear that she could feel every splash of breath grazing against the shell of her ear -- his already husky tone took on an even more sensual quality. "...I am the perfect size and you will take every... last... inch." Came the low rumble as he promised her that she would be fitting him perfectly by tonight.

Alice hardly had the time to parse those words, however. Mere moments after he had promised her that, the sensation of his hand would CRACK down along her right ass cheek, spanking her harshly enough to leave a distinct red handprint along the softer, milky skin. That exact moment had marked a shift in the air, the way he handled her. One hand grabbed at her wrist, yanking her arm backwards until he could wrap trap her hand down against the mattress. Another palm suddenly lurched to grab at the full mounds of her rear that he had just spanked before barking out his next order. "Curl your fucking thigh around me." Gentlemanly as he was outside of the bedroom, every little tease of her words and tighten of her pussy made that far more hungry, primal ache start to unravel bit by bit. Regardless of whether or not Alice had obliged, it hardly mattered to Orion. He didn't need her to willingly go along with what he wanted. Just the sheer force of his body and the colossal strength he possessed over her was more than enough.

More than enough to force her into the position he wanted.

More than enough to break past any hint of resistance in her tight little pussy.

More than enough to shut up that bratty fucking mouth of hers until the only thing she was doing was moaning and calling his name.

She had forgotten this fact. That the only thing really keeping them civilized was society... and these two? They were already breaking all the rules that might've deemed any of them functional and adherent. Why stop there? He wouldn't. And now, neither would she.

Gritting his teeth just as another moan choked from his lips, a palm flattened beneath her rear and began to twist and curve her back to arch further towards herself. The further he packed her into a tight little bundle beneath him, the further he could fuck into her with his harsh slams. Orion had long since given up giving her those deep, slow thrusts. Every slam was met with the near immediate shove forward to hammer another one against that hint of resistance he had hit near the start of their fucking. Every rough slam fucked into her deeper, flattening and hammering his tip against those far depths of her pussy that her own fingers would never be able to so much as graze.

Close.

He was so close to hilting in her. Every swing of his hips that satisfying heft of his full, thick balls had hung so dangerously close to her inner thigh. Never once throughout his fucking had he broken eye contact with her. Orion glared dead into Alice's eyes with every wet smack and slam into her core... he made sure she knew he was watching every time her toes curled when his tip struck against her sweet spot or how her moans only became that much louder when he manhandled her with a spank or a grab of her hips. "Do you... SMACK... really think... SMACK... I won't... SMACK... cum inside...?" So dangerously close to her outer lips kissing right up against the base of his cock that when he flattened his body against her own this time around, the sensation of his tip could be felt putting pressure right up against her cervix. Forehead to forehead, sweat-clad and with panting breaths he promised her one thing. "...How about you stop fucking pretending? Cross your legs around me and take my cum like a good fucking girl, Alice." That pat to her cheek that followed might've been demeaning if not immediately washed down by the most passionate kiss he had given her yet, open-mouthed with their tongues locking and grazing against one another until faint hints of drool stained their lips and chin.

Orion had immediately returned back to fucking her, not even bothering to move anything more than a few inches out of her tightness in that rough, deep fucking he was giving her. Hefty throbbing and those increasingly pleasure-dyed moans of her name should have already told her what was fast approaching.

 

[Luvia]

With every further inch pushed inside her, Alice thought that it would be as far as it could go. And yet with each new relentless thrust, he proved her wrong and had her writhing against him with a small surprised cry, digging her hands into his skin in an attempt to find some grounding. He was stretching her, molding her insides to fit him like a glove, and there was no denying that her body loved every single second of it. It was so apparent in the way her arousal made it so easy for him to ravish her. It hurt, and yet it didn’t; her eyes closed again as she solely began to focus on how her body felt trying to accommodate him. It was foreign, addictive and she didn’t want it to stop, ever. Although she wasn't a virgin, she might as well could have been with how sex had never left her feeling this incredibly satisfied. Not until now.

CRACK.

Once more, Orion denied her thoughts to wander anywhere and be but present with him. Her skin stung where he’d struck her and she didn’t need to have a look at it in order to know that his hand had left a pretty imprint on it–his second one that night. He’d gone from kissing her hands at every chance he could get to leaving harsh little love marks on her. Would it leave a bruise? She marveled at how fragile in his arms she felt and at how easy it was for him to move her around as he willed it. His switch in attitude and speech had her reeling.

It was exactly what she had wanted, what she had been curious about–what she did not expect though, was how impactful it was. How, instead of having it have her feel afraid or terrified, it spoke to her in a much more depraved way. In fact, it had shut down her uppity approach towards him entirely that night.

… Well, nearly.

“Do–mmm, ah!” His rougher, shorter thrusts had her losing her mind all over again, adding another surge of tension building inside her. His grip on her was firm and dominant. There was no escaping him. “Haa... do you like being inside me that much, Orion?” His moans and groans were like music to her ears and a lethal combination. To hear and thus to know that he was enjoying himself this much with her, that she was the reason for it–it was exhilarating. And it didn’t end there.

Just as much as she liked him gentlemanly and sweet, Alice realized that she felt just as attracted to this side of him. Although she wasn’t aware of the full spectrum of darkness yet that followed in the wake of a man like him, she couldn’t help but want to hold him closer. To get lost in what he was offering her. At this very moment, Orion provided her with his utmost attention and devotion. Each thrust inside her was like a promise to her–I will embrace you like no one else has before, and like no one else ever will. That, with him by her side, the unfairness of their world might indeed not feel too bad anymore. That she had a place where she could belong. With him. It struck a deep chord with her.

Oh, she was definitely lost. She knew she was. Right here, right now.

His touch was her downfall.

Or perhaps hers was his.

Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes, both because of the intensity of this experience and because it just felt too damned good. For once in weeks, nothing else was occupying her mind. Nothing else mattered. She was delirious with pleasure.

“Do it,” she nuzzled the side of her face against his adoringly, then placed a kiss right on the conjunction between his chiseled jaw and his earlobe. Her breaths came in whimpers right up against his ear. Alice locked her legs even more snugly around his hips, digging her heels into his delectably naked ass. Another particularly delicious thrust however got her screaming his name, and her tone changed. It went from faint to desperate. She was so, so close to coming undone again. This one would be different though. It would be bigger. The way he had her positioned made it nearly impossible for her to meet his thrusts, instead she was completely at his mercy and incandescently lost to everything else. He was such an overwhelming force this way, but it was also so right like this.

“Please, please, please—don’t stop,” she begged, her body showing him everything he needed to know. Was it wrong that she didn’t want him to stop? That she wanted to keep him balls-deep inside her until the both of them were completely spent?

The tell-tale tightening of her core around him spoke for itself, as if to urge him on. She leaned back once more so their eyes met. Tears had fallen down her cheeks and her lips were still wet from their previous kiss. Her flush had spread all the way from her cheeks to her ears and her shoulders. Gods, he was touching places inside her no one had ever touched before. Alice tilted her head against her pillow, exposing her neck to him. She looked more vulnerable and honest than ever before, like this. It was as close to a confession as he would get out of her for now–he had been right, he was the perfect size for her.

“I-I'll be good," she affirmed, then pleaded, "come for me, Orion.” It was almost shameful, hearing what a slut she sounded like, but she didn’t care. “I want to–,” she was shaking, trembling, reveling in the feeling of his strong hips slapping into hers. Her brows knit together. Her lust, her desire, all of it was consuming her along with the desire she was seeing in his eyes. Those beautiful, dark eyes. She wanted to have this moment seared into his memory. “I want all of you.”

 

[Devils Temptation]

Please, please, please—don't stop​

What was more adorable? The fact that she was flushed red, thrashing and begging him to not stop burying his cock into her tight little, thoroughly stretched pussy? Or that she was even remotely under the delusion that he would ever stop until he had finally finished deep inside her? Alice's words were nothing but a sugary sweet plead, not for him to stop, but as a promise that everything he did to her lit her on fire like nothing else she had ever experienced. That, alone, allowed Orion to only flatten against her frame that much more tightly. Harsher grips of her arms, a firm smack against the curve of her rear to curl her thighs further up, everything lined up to position her just right that those last few moments leading up to that explosive finish were nothing short of merciless.

Nothing was quite as precious as the way she was becoming undone. Enough that when their eyes met and those shaky, pleading words choked from her lips his only response was a single palm laced along the right side of her cheek. Thumb aligned with her jawline, tilting her chin up just enough for their lips to meet. Not once. Not twice. Their kissing exploded into a flurry of such vibrant heat that it felt like he was trying to devour her. Alice hardly got the opportunity to breathe. A nip to her lower lip, the flatten of his tongue over her own, the wet... messy sensation of the two making out with one another would nearly come to match how utterly wet she had been between her thighs. Orion himself had been riding so close to his own edge that instead of slamming for those last few moments that he was on the tip of a climax, he instead kept himself flattened against her body with his cock buried as deep as he could manage.

Light grinding, that was all he kept against her. Orion wanted to milk out those last few moments. He wasn't ready to finish with her. Not yet.

More.

He wanted to see her eyes roll back, he wanted to see her gasping and screaming, he wanted her to carve her love notes all down his broad back. It wasn't enough until she had completely and utterly lost her mind to the pleasure he could offer her. It was dark and twisted, the type of overwhelming need for another person that would have him pulling a gun to his own head long before he ever decided to let her go - and that scared him.

"Too fucking modest... do you feel it...? The way I run my hands all over your body?" Alice was a small woman. Enough that his palms flattened along her every curve and effortlessly devoured them. Her rear fit just right in his palms, her breasts practically vanished against his grip - her cheek, her throat, every inch of her thighs. Small in every capacity of the word and yet everything about her seemed to fit just right in his hands. Even that, too, was not enough for him. The hands that had remained restrained to the sides of the bed, Orion instead would have guided to his body. Flattening both her palms against his pectorals and his abs, he openly encouraged her to knead and grope at the rough, raw ridges of his musculature. Compared to her, Orion certainly did not fit in her hands. It was like pushing against a brick wall, a marble-clad statue, something utterly immovable that had completely and utterly overwhelmed her physically.

And he was all hers.

Just like she was all his.

Eyes locked with one another, the couple would drown in that raw indulgence. Orion was unapologetic in sinking his teeth into her exposed neck, tugging a firm hickey right against the side of her nape. The maroon bruise would be deepened with a few moments of sucking and a few laps. With it, his thrusting would resume. Rough smashes to her depths and this time around he had no intention of slowing down. Rather... the tilt of his own neck would expose the junction of the ridge of his shoulder right against his neck. Nowhere near as soft as her own neck, but more than enough space for her to leave her very own mark on him. Rather, he seemed to be hedging his bet entirely on that exact act. There was no more holding back, not with her, not with how wildly they wanted -- no, needed each other in that moment.

And, so, without a single care in the world the colossal figure of her lover would flatten down against her own body once more, thighs pushed up towards her head and one final choked word, the sweetest of all.

"Alice...!" ...And just like that, the warmth in her core reached the point of no return. Thick, hot ropes of cum would splatter so deep into her body that the warmth was pooling right up against her womb. Orion had cum for her in ways that felt like he had been pent up towards her for years. Virile, thick strands that only continued to pool out as he slowly drew back with harsh, breathless pants. A satisfying, warm stickiness clung to her inner thighs with the drench of his seed settling down onto the sheets between her legs. Belong was the once haughty figure of Alice, now fucked roughly and blatantly more accepting of the fact that he certainly wasn't some sort of fair weather man. Overtly nice, the type that would never lay a finger on her no matter how bratty or mouthy she got. No. All that pent up tension that swarmed between them had culminated in a session so fucking satisfying that he doubted it would leave either of their minds - ever.

One palm nestled along the back of her hair as he fell to her side, guiding her inwards to bury her face against his chest. As soon as those last few moments of space had been squashed between them, another arm wove around her waist and one more came to rest on her rear. The protective warmth and the rich scent of Orion, now so much more pronounced after their lovemaking, would be like the anchor keeping her becoming too hazy in the head. Soft little hums would leave his lips, followed by the trace of his hair back and forth along her red locks. "...Do you hate feeling like this? A mess, in the arms of a man you were just at the throat of? Hey, Alice..." Low. His tone grew husky with that baritone that always made shivers run down anyone's spine. "...you're such a good girl." Praise. Validation. Pure, genuine intimacy even in the heart of something so toxic and warped.

Right now, in that moment, there was no place that the two belonged more than in the arms of one another. Orion, at the very least, felt that way in his heart.

 

[Luvia]

No time for embarrassment. She couldn't help it.

After he had lowered his head down towards her neck and lapped at it like a starved man, which elicited a series of a different kind of moan from her, Alice wrapped an arm around his and grabbed a fistful of his dark hair while her other hand rested on his shoulder. Her head tilted up towards the side of his throat and her small tongue darted out, tasting him. She dragged it lower, allowing herself to savor and explore him, until she found the right spot. She kept her mouth soft as she drew in her breath and sucked, making satisfied, feminine noises even with her lips closed around him. She felt it just as much as he did -- the primal urge to mark him as hers, just as he had done with her. In her lust-filled haze, she couldn't believe that she was doing it. It was so bizarre, really.

But she liked it. No. She loved it.

She felt so much emotion as he took her hard and fast, bracing over her as he pumped to a delicious rhythm. With each thrust, she was being further and further claimed by him, letting him use her, letting him ruin her for all she cared. He was the only man she wanted to. Perhaps her need for him, combined with her guilt, had driven her to a point of insanity. She wanted him to take her control, to take her decisions and to force her to be his unfortunate accomplice so she wouldn't have to justify herself; justify her willingness to abandon her moral conscience like a dirty rag. It mattered little if he hurt her in the process, or that he was overpowering her. His cock slammed so hard into her that it had her seeing stars every time he bottomed out. She needed her release and his too.

"Orion," she murmured his name once more in response, almost like a prayer, which seemed to spur him on. She could feel him tense, feel the tightening coil in his body snap and she held him to her. "Fuck. Orion-- fuck," she cried. She couldn't hold on any longer. She didn't know her own name at this point.

As if on cue, he spelled it out for her and she was right there with him. She came so hard and fast that she couldn't even scream, lost in the ecstacy of that moment as he poured himself inside her. Her lips parted nonetheless and her voice got stuck in her throat in a choked mess. Her eyes seemed to roll back into her head at the sensation of him, bringing her to burning heights as she climaxed around him a second time. Her mind was fragmenting and time stood still. It almost felt like her soul had left her body.

By the time she came to, she felt dazed and confused, like somebody who had lost their consciousness and finally woke up.

Orion just rocked her world.

She could feel the muscles that layered his body flex as he exhaled loudly into her neck.

Alice fell easily into his arms and curled into his chest, quivering as the waves of their fucking ebbed into every corner of her own body. His arms around her were so comforting and tight and she closed her eyes. In that tender moment, she pretended that he wasn't a morally driven killer and she not a woman who stood at the brink of setting herself aflame. That these were not their lives. That they were simple people.

It took a long time before she caught her breath again, her chest falling and rising rapidly until eventually, it evened out and turned calm. Sated. Her body hummed with Orion's nearness.

Do you hate feeling like this? A mess, in the arms of a man you were just at the throat of? Hey, Alice... you're such a good girl.
​

She shook her head against him, unable to respond to something so embarrassing now. She couldn't admit it, but she liked his words. She liked that he liked it too. The strong, steady feeling of his heartbeat against her cheek was soothing and yet her own was starting to race again. Those words did things to her she couldn't even begin to explain. She placed adoring, sweet kisses along his torso before she finally tilted her head up and looked at him.

For a second, she had so many things she wanted to say, so many things she wanted to ask, but she didn't. She didn't need to. Instead, she scooted up in his arms, the motion making her feel just how slippery and wet he'd made her. His impossibly huge cock had left behind a deep and gratifying ache between her legs. Her thighs were sticky with his cum and hers combined. She'd wiggled up far enough so they were seeing eye to eye, their faces resting on the same pillow. She lifted a hand, and slowly she swept her fingers over his bottom lip. Alice looked down at it, then across at him. She dropped her fingers, pulling his lip down slightly before she dragged them down his chin and along his chest, where they snaked around his body and rested on his back. She began to draw slow, languid circles, marveling at how he felt under her touch.

"I feel very... at peace." She inched forward, enough to the point should he lean forward himself, he'd be able to kiss her.

"I would like to thank you. And I'm sorry for pushing your buttons like that." She paused, her eyes glassy with genuinity, her vulnerability laid bare. "What you're willing to do for me, I..." Her eyes wandered down his face, down to his throat and lingered at where she'd planted her hickey. "I'm very, very grateful." Her caresses along his back stopped and their gazes locked again. What was he feeling? What emotions were swirling inside his own heart? "I'm still trying to wrap my head around what happened this evening, but I want you to know this--"

Even if, along their journey, they walked down a path that was even more gruesome and awful in nature, she'd rather end her own existence than turn on the one person who had reached out his hand towards her. He'd heard her cries and acknowledged her hurt. Theirs was a connection based on one extreme encountering another, and yet, it deepened and grew more profound with each passing second. The air crackled with the residue of their shared passion.

Strange, what desire made foolish people do. Because what happened, was this -- she was beginning to open her heart to him.

"--I won't ever betray your trust."

 

[Devils Temptation]

I feel very... at peace.​

Close enough to kiss her, but those lips never met hers. Orion was intently focused on every word coming out of her lips, in that faintly hoarse, tender tone of hers. People were most transparent at their most vulnerable points... just like she was right now. More than anything, there was this deep, sick urge in his core to be validated. That this was fine. That, however unprofessional and warped they were as a couple, that she was glad it was with him. If the world was burning around them, she would sit down right there on that ember-lit chair beside him. Knit brows and a light bite to his lower lip would spill at least a faint hint of the turbulent thoughts that hit him post-sex. Even he, after all, was not a machine. He was only a human. Orion Locke too, yearned to know that he could be open with another person in that moment.

Though he waited with bated breath, that glass-shattering realization that he was delusional and she had come to her senses would never actually come to pass. Gratitude, a look so much more sweeter than anything he was used to. In return, his own hazier gaze grew far more gentler. As if he was looking at someone sugar sweet and delicate in that moment. As if they hadn't roughly fucked without a care in the world or the slightest thought of mercy. One palm reached forward to rest along her left cheek, pulling them those last few moments closer so that his forehead could lay right up against her own. One of his hands would guide her free palm to his left pectoral, right atop where the thump of his heart beat right against her palm. "Are you? Then... would it be fair to say you finally trust me? I know somewhere in your heart, you were still reluctant. Maybe you still are."

He couldn't read her mind. Quite frankly, he didn't give a damn if she still held onto some regrets. In her mind, that seed of obedience was long since sown.

Alice pon Valentine was his.

--I won't ever betray your trust.​

"I would gladly tread to Hell for you then, my little hibiscus. The places we'll go... the things we'll see... they are the type that no person should ever be subjugated to. And yet, we'll brave them all. Each and every single one." Leaning over her, one arm pressed down against her side and with it he would steal her breath away with one kiss. A curl of his hair along her fiery locks had the kiss turning increasingly steamier until the brief swipe of his tongue finally had him pulling away from her entirely with nothing more than the faint sheen along her lower lip. "I am certainly no demon. I am a human. Just the same as all those that have wronged your family. But you can't beat vile tactics by being good, can you?" Arching his back, he pushed further up over top of her and a faint glint along the right lens of his glasses would obscure his gaze from her. That crooked but oh so handsome smile of his would plaster right across his masculine features.

Even with lightly disheveled hair, the faint hint of sweat along his frame, the flex of his muscles as he pushed up on his forearms... he looked undeniably proper. A good man. A standard, cookie-cutter man. It was the most average and normal men that one had to watch out for the most, after all. "Don't worry, Alice... I will take such good care of you from now on. Your ambition. I will take it as my own. But more than that... from this point on, you are mine. I will not let anyone have you. I will not let you leave me either. You are mine. You are mine. You are mine." Sinful as the proclamation was, it was all the two of them could cling onto in that moment. A promise to snap their fangs back at the unfairness of the world. Together.

"You have trouble sleeping, don't you? I can tell. I've seen many victims in my time. The terrors keep them up late." Steadily, he laid himself onto his side beside her. Guiding her to face away from himself, his biceps would wrap tight around her slender waist and her hair would come to rest right up against his chest. When she was in her arms, the sensation was like being smothered snug from every single angle. Slow kisses along the line of her red hair would have his lips coming to rest right against the shell of her ear, for one final playful, light nip to the back. "...And so, should I tell you a bedtime story, Alice? Something gentle and sweet, to offset that ashy taste of what you might see when your eyes close? Maybe I will keep talking, even after you're dozed off. If that, alone, could chase away your worries - it would have been well worth it."

Deep baritone. A tone so soft that it was enough to make shudders rise. With how close Orion was to her ear, there was no need for him to actually raise his voice at all to her. "Would you like that, Alice? Perhaps my 'bedtime story' will be a little boring to you..." Idle traces of his fingertips would feel up and down along the stretch of her warmer thigh. Orion would idly trace shapes back and forth along her skin. Seemingly mindless but had she bothered to match the shapes in her mind or repeat them with her own fingertip, he was tracing something specific out on her.

O... R... I... O... N.

His own name.

"Would you like that, Alice? It might be a little boring to you, unfortunately... a story about a certain well-mannered boy that grew to become a justice-loving detective. Seemingly." A story about himself, it seemed. She had, after all, wanted to know so desperately about how he became so warped. He could tell by the way she looked at him, how she interacted with him - that raw urge in her to dissect his thoughts to find out how this had happened, about why they connected so well. Gladly, he would grant it to her if she so wished to listen.

 

[Luvia]

He reached out, fingers brushing against her cheek, and she turned into his touch with a contented sigh. Forehead to forehead, a hand over his heart; these were tender and intimate gestures initiated by somebody who not only understood what affection was, but somebody who yearned for it, too. It made sense. A secret as hefty as his wasn't something that could be divulged to just about anyone. And thus, building a genuine connection with someone else, especially someone ordinary, must have felt like a feat of the impossible. That is–until she had plopped into his life. A kindred spirit, in more ways than one. He felt it, she felt it.

Did she trust him?

His question was answered with a small nod. It was only after a few moments had already passed and their conversation progressed, that Alice realized it.

Her body had responded long before her mind could catch up with it. She trusted this man. She wanted to trust Orion with her life, with her loyalty, her respect.

Ally. Partner in crime. Lover?

It was difficult to pinpoint where exactly their actions today had left them, though such labels mattered little to her. What did matter, was this – that neither of them had to be alone any longer. That she had someone she could turn to, whether for protection or advice.

She didn't reciprocate his kiss right away, though mostly because she was still too busy smiling in amusement at the pet name he'd decided to give her. My little hibiscus.

Eventually, she softened for him and returned it, holding his face with both of her hands. Even now, after her initial curiosity and sexual appetite had been sated for the most part, she felt the same about being touched by him. Small, electric shocks zapped through her fingertips and went straight to her stomach, having her toes curl in delight. It was strange–he was giving her butterflies and calmed her nervous system all the same.

Don't worry, Alice... I will take such good care of you from now on. Your ambition. I will take it as my own. But more than that... from this point on, you are mine. I will not let anyone have you. I will not let you leave me either. You are mine.​

She had never had a man say things like this to her with so much fervor, so much hunger. It should have concerned her, worried her, that he was expressing himself in such a possessive way. Not once, but thrice. Instead, it had her libido panting and demanding more. It was twisted, really, but so was the part inside her that felt the same–he was hers.

Here he was, vowing to give her whatever she wanted, even parts of himself, and she felt a nearly violent urge to make sure that that side of him was just reserved for her. Now, and for as long as possible. This, it was only for her.

"So you're saying, if I run, you'll haul me right back? You and me, forever and always?" Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "What if you end up not liking my taste in music, hm?" She poked a finger into his cheek, right against one of his dimples. "I hope you know what you're asking for. I will turn this drab apartment of yours upside down." This was a threat and a promise.

Alice laughed when he took her and had her facing away from him, trapping her and her swift hands in an enveloping embrace against him.

Ohhh, that felt nice. Very toasty.

She backed up on her own volition, far enough so there was no more space left between the two. She made sure that he was able to feel every inch of her body against his, from her shoulders, her back to the soft curve of her ass. Their legs tangled and she let go of a defeated hum. He was holding her snug and tight, with no room for her to wiggle no more.

"I do have trouble sleeping. It's the furthest thing on my mind whenever I lay down like this," she admitted quietly. The nightmares were the worst. How many times had she woken up in the middle of the night, screaming and crying and calling for names that were now engraved on tombstones? Too many for her to count. She would give everything to be able to sleep normally again.

It was as if he had seen right through her.

"A bedtime story?"

This had her attention instantly and she stilled. Something about his voice was different. Aside from the fact that she decided then that Orion's voice after sex was her new favorite sound to listen to, there was something else; something that told her that whatever he was about to tell her next, it was important.

"Absolutely nothing about you is boring, Orion. Far from it. That was probably the understatement of the century."

She tried to keep her impending excitement in check.

Had she heard right? Was he about to share a piece of his past with her?

Alice was well and truly fascinated. Her obsession with him was definitely not healthy.

"I would like it a lot," she reaffirmed, like she was coaxing a wild animal, "I would love to hear about a story like that. Please tell me about that boy."

She doubted that it would make her fall asleep. Quite on the contrary. Suddenly, the fatigue she'd been feeling was forgotten and she strained her ears for what was to come.

 

[Devils Temptation]

I hope you know what you're asking for. I will turn this drab apartment of yours upside down.​

"...It may not be the worst thing in the world, I suppose. I hardly return home for anything but to spend time with my pet. I suppose I have one more thing to return home to now..." Orion noted, eyes fluttering close as he just enjoyed the physicality of that prodding finger against his cheek. How long had it been since he had someone to wake up to? So long that the sensation had been utterly foreign at this point. Homes were security. A place to lean back and wake up to, but truth be told... he had no attachment to this apartment. It was nothing but a roof over his head. No reason to decorate it, no reason to remain there for extended periods of time. Nothing more than a mere convenience. But... with his eyes opening and the visage of Alice settling back into his gaze, that smile grew just a little warmer and a little wider.

If it was with her - he didn't mind waking up in this empty, hollow apartment.

Absolutely nothing about you is boring, Orion. Far from it. That was probably the understatement of the century.​

Faintly amused chuckling rolled against her ear at that statement. He was not boring? The most standard of all the detectives in the precinct, a man completely and utterly lacking any sort of blemish. A boring man with an honest work schedule and work ethic. But... he wasn't truthfully that. Alice was the only woman in the world who understood that. "Well that's rather unfair... I can't simply give you a pleasant childhood story of the times I used to give my mother flowers on mother's day? You will think, somewhere in your head, that there must be something more to it." Taking a deep breath, that more amused mood would settle down into a faint, quiet silence.

One palm atop her breast gave a lighter squeeze, not to grope her but to pull her body tighter against his own. Where to start? Where should he have started? At the beginning, maybe. All good stories had a proper entry - and so he started with the words that naturally flowed to him first.

"My mother and father had met in a flower field over a summer break that my father took. A country girl with a rambunctious city boy. It was love at first sight, surrounded by white and blue tulips. My mother was very much like that. A flower. Gentle but sturdy, she always had this pleasant floral scent on her... but regardless, she found some sort of attraction towards my father. She ran away from home and eloped with my father, eventually having me in the process. Their single, lone child." Nothing necessarily negative was in those words, nor his tone...

But Alice might've noted.

How that warmer edge of his voice faded entirely to be replaced by that dry, polite way that was nigh-impossible for anyone to notice. Orion was a master at hiding his faces but that politeness meant only one thing.

He was once more hiding his true face.

"I'm sure at one point they were in love. Everything seemed optimistic, if it's for the one you dearly treasure... but the world is not a fair place. They made a silly decision to run off like that - in a marriage neither family supported. Soon, the tensions started to rush and rise. Flowers are rather defenseless, Alice. Do you know? For humans like us, in taking a fight we always seek out the defenseless. Those we think to be weaker than us or those we know will not return harm our way if given it. So, it had not taken very long... until my household had turned violent. My mother was an easy target. All women are, to be perfectly fair. Domestic abuse rears its fangs fully precisely because of how easy it is to inflict upon your partner."

Not even a shred of emotion in that guttural confession, but that alone was not enough to make him who he was. No, there were plenty that had gone through something similar and did not turn out to be the man he was. So what had happened?

"Some flowers have thorns, my little hibiscus. You must know that well. You possess some of your very own... and so had my mother. I was a very obedient child. I listened intently in hopes of getting praise and always did what had been asked of me - so one day, when I was merely six... or seven, perhaps - she had asked me to step outside for a moment to play on the curb of the apartment." Abandonment? It might have sounded like it for a faint moment but --

"I never saw my father again after that. Head trauma, apparently. He 'slipped' and fell on a glass bottle, causing hemorrhaging from his head. Or, well... I suppose you can piece together what had happened. I could as well. I witnessed it happening since I went home early. Violence is wrong. It has no place in society. But those with no option but to endure the unfairness of life tend to bare their fangs like cornered rats. My mother... I loved her dearly, but she gave something up to do that. I'm not quite sure what it was. I suppose I still don't understand what it is that she lost -- do you know why I do not understand?"

"When my mother kil-- when my father had his accident, most children, even at that age, would have known something was terribly wrong. That something awful had happened. I understood. I understood that what she had done... but I didn't see anything wrong with it. She loved my father but to me, he was a terrible man undergoing a power trip. Violence was able to fix that. Violence was able to take me away from him... but my mother couldn't fathom that." Another pause, this time so he could nestle his chin further up along her shoulder, enough to press a kiss up against her jawline.

"She absolutely could not trust me after that. No matter how much I reasoned with her, no matter how much I told her that I loved her, no matter how much I pretend to be ignorant - she would not trust me ever again. Or... maybe she was afraid of me. It was hard to say, really. Does it mean I was born this way? Without putting much care into the lives of others? Am I psychotic? Haah..." An exasperated sigh left his lips. One might've assumed that the abuse he had underwent forced that disregard for human life into him but... that couldn't have been further from the truth.

Orion knew, in his heart, that he was a warped person.

That his mother had been right to not trust him. Who could, after all, put their affection into a child that was so utterly unbothered by the supposed knowledge of something so disturbing? In fact, it was the exact same surprise he held towards Alice in that moment. Affection towards someone she should have absolutely not come to love.

"...But regardless of that, her health deteriorated. In part because of her constant panic and distrust of me. In her last years, she became awfully delirious. Perhaps some damage from back then had followed her and made her memory wane - enough for her to start fabricating lies and false memories of my childhood. More or less, overwriting everything she had come to know about me. The perfect, polite Orion. I love my mother very dearly, see? And, so, I happily became what she had wrongfully thought I was. It was the precise reason that I am so good at lying now, Alice. There's so much a child will do for their parent. There are times that even I do not know if I am a real person. Where does the lie stop? Where does the truth start? Does it even really matter? I doubt it... at this point, only God could even cast judgement on me."

Society would already deem him irreparable. A terrible person. He knew that well and he simply did not care at this point anymore.

Silence lingered for a few moments after that, an uncomfortable sort of tension that was broken by one more confession "With you... however - I feel alive. I feel like the person I am, whatever that means. And so, for that reason, I refuse to let you go, Alice."