Smut chapter

Skipable, I'll make sure to build the plot around these chapters. Smut chapters will be skipable for the most part.

Re-reading this during editing has me realizing it's raunchy as hell, so beware😭

Ariels POV

With each touch, each word I could feel our relationship mending itself right there in his living room.

All the lost time was fading away. We were sitting on his couch, and he was telling me all about everything that he's been through.

He explained to me the hierarchy of hell, and how he's an 'overlord' which basically means you own a lot of territory and you're really powerful.

He told me who Lucifer was, and about other overlords.

I listened happily, enjoying the sound of his voice. I watched his lips as he spoke, admiring the way they moved.

Admiring the smile he wore. Something about it just fit his face, like a glove. I smiled softer and put my hand on his thigh.

His voice slowly died off as I climbed over him and straddled his lap. He looked up at me, his eyes slightly widened.

I leaned forward and hovered over his lips for a moment before gently kissing him. His hands rested on my hips and he leaned up into the kiss.

We had been doing this on and off all evening. Peppering each other with kisses. Saying "I love you" without the words.

I want to tell him I love him...I want him to know how much I truly love him. In more ways than one.

I moved from his lips to his neck. His unbuttoned shirt made it easier to reach.

Slowly I began unbuttoning the rest of the buttons. His breathing sped up and his hands on my hips slid a little lower.

I sucked on the soft skin under his jaw and he was taking deep breaths, now running one hand through my hair.

"Ariel..." he said, his voice breathy and deep.

I hummed, moving lower on his neck to give him another love mark. I felt a pressure between my legs suddenly and looked down.

There was an obvious tent in his pants, and I blushed. I began to grind against him, using my weight to apply pressure to his erection.

His breath hitched, and he stuttered, "A-Ariel...darling what are you..."

His words fizzled out as my assault sped up. I rolled my hips against his and pulled back so I could watch his reactions.

He looked up at me with half lidded eyes, a soft blush covering his cheeks and nose. His hand slid up into the nape of my hair, and he pulled me down.

His lips connected with mine while he helped lead me as I rolled against him. The friction between us was making the room feel hot, and I grabbed the hem of my tank top, discarding it.

I hadn't put a bra on, so that was one less obstacle. His eyes landed on my exposed breasts and he immediately attacked them.

His lips caressed my lifted buds and he made sure they both got attention. I gasped softly and tangled my fingers in his hair.

He rocked me back and forth on his lap, panting softly.

With the snap of his fingers we were both naked.

A heat rose to my face from seeing him fully bare for the first time. He was just as beautiful as I remembered, top half wise.

Bottom half he was just as impressive. A perfectly sculpted cock rested between his thighs, looking ready to burst.

I gently rubbed my wet slit against his length, and he groaned.

His eyes shut tightly, and he helped me grind myself against his bare dick. My folds slid up and down his member easily, and I felt an ache in my stomach.

I wanted him. Badly, I wanted him.

He gently brushed his fingers over my cheek, our soft panting the only noise in the room. His arms wrapped around me as he brought me forward onto his chest.

I wrapped my arms up around his back. Neither of us needed to say a word, we both knew what was going to happen and we were ok with it.

We had been craving it.

He lifted me up, removing a hand from my back to line himself up with my throbbing entrance. My lips rested against his shoulder, my cheek squished against him as I braced myself.

He slid in slowly, making my nails involuntarily dig into the skin on his back as I hissed. He was big, and it stretched me almost painfully.

He didn't even react to me puncturing his skin, but he kissed the side of my head.

"You're doing so good..." he praised me softly, and the praise made me feel warm inside.

I helped him by lowering fully onto his cock, my thighs resting against his. I sat there in his lap, feeling him inside and against me, feeling his heartbeat align with mine.

I laid soft kisses on his shoulder and up his neck. He took that as his cue, and moved his hands to my ass.

He lifted me up and slowly began to fuck me. He slipped up and down, causing me to gasp until he started hitting a certain spot that made me moan.

The whorish noise left my throat several more times as he fucked me slowly. His pace was controlled and even. His heavy breathing was making me feel hotter.

I began to bounce on him, taking control. I leaned up, and his face was contorted into a look of pleasure and concentration.

He bit his lip, and a bit of blood fell down his chin. I reached up and wiped it away. He opened his eyes, they held a foggy expression.

I sucked the blood off my thumb and his eyes widened before the red color deepened within them.

He began fucking me as I bounced, meeting me halfway and creating a harsh slapping noise that echoed through the large apartment.

He was groaning, his grip tightening on my hips. With each time he slammed me down I felt a knot tighten in my core.

I was a mess as my body began committing the motions on its own. My mind was fogged and elsewhere. His movements were skilled and smooth.

He was panting heavily, our skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat as we danced together on his sofa.

My legs spread further, wanting to take in more of him. As they did that, he slammed into the deepest part of me, my pussy making sinful noises as he slapped against me.

My core clenched and my breath hitched as I buried my face into his neck, hugging him tightly.

"Alastor..." my voice was a moan, and he held me close to him, his nose buried into the side of my head by my ear.

I could hear every soft growl, every pant, every grunt and groan...he's driving me wild.

That feeling in my stomach felt unbearable, and my legs began to tremble.

"Alastor..." I whimpered and he shushed me softly.

"I know...I know..." he whispered, and kissed the side of my head, "cum for me..." he said softly next to my ear, and in that moment the knot snapped.

A visceral moan escaped my throat as I seized against him, my arms wrapping tightly around his body. A warm feeling spread through me, my toes curling as each contraction clenched around his cock.

"Yes...yes..." he panted softly, "good girl...fuck..." the sudden curse caught me off guard, and he kept lifting me up and down his cock.

My pussy felt sensitive, and I mewled and whimpered with each hungry thrust.

"You're so soft..." his voice had a strain to it, and he held me close to him, his hold tightening.

His thrusts got fast and erratic. His pants mixed with a growl, deep and animalistic.

"So fucking tight..." he groaned followed by heavy panting as he suddenly slammed into me like his life depended on it, "fuck...fuck...I can't...I can't...I'm gonna-" he was huffing and sounded desperate.

He slammed up into me once more before his hips bucked up in short, quick motions. He let out a low, deep moan.

His grip on my body was tight, and he held me perfectly still.

"Sit still for me..." he whispered, breathless, and then moaned with each twitch his hips produced.

I felt him throbbing inside of me, and then warmth spread through me. His thrusts slowed after a minute, and he was breathing heavily.

My breathing matched his, and he pulled me up and into a deep kiss. His tongue swirled against mine, and I pulled up off of him while he was distracted.

He gasped, and winced as his cock slapped against his stomach. Cum dripped out of me and he watched it, his expression almost looking territorial.

His eyes met mine, and I looked back at him softly, my half lidded gaze expressing how tired I was.

"You're mine." He growled, and then lifted me up and placed me back onto his cock. I gasped, expecting him to start fucking me again but he just sat there.

He wrapped his arms around me and he held me against his chest. He began to hum and brushed his fingers through my hair.

His other hand trailed up my side, his nails gently running up and down my back.

My eyes felt heavy, and his warmth against me felt so nice.

I hugged him close to me, and my eyes slowly closed. The exhaustion overtook me, but before I fell asleep he whispered something to me.

"I love you."