Pairing : Meg 2.0 x Alastair
Word count : 515
Originally posted under : Crowleysplaythings
Warnings : Torture, smut, knifeplay, blood play
Square filled : Knifeplay
Written for @spnkinkbingo
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Her laughter turned to screams and he felt a moment of satisfaction. He had finally wiped that smirk off her face. But the second the knife was removed from her skin, her scream turned to laughter again, her lips upturned in an almost disturbing grin.
“You taught me better than that, old man.” She taunted.
There was a tick of his upper lip. He kept his face otherwise schooled, he refused to show her how frustrated he was getting. He had taught her everything she knew about torture, and she had learned well. But that had been a long time ago, and he hadn’t taught her everything.
“Come on.” She licked her lips. “Make me scream.” Her lips turned up into a toothy smile as she started to laugh again.
It quickly became a scream once again as he cut along her breast. Alastair watched as the blood trickled down over the curve, and moved around her hard nipple, before continuing until it dripped off onto the floor. His eyes shot back to hers as she laughed again.
“Free a hand, just one, and I’ll show you how it’s really done.” She smirked
Gripping her waist tight, he helped her keep her pace as she dragged the demon blade across his chest. When he hissed, she moaned around that plump bottom lip she had caught between her teeth. “Now, isn’t this more fun, Alastair?”
Leaning down, she licked along the wound before it could close again. Her hips never letting up as her tongue lazily moved through the trail of blood. It was one of many cuts she had put on him since he let her free. She didn’t care if it hurt, or even if he was enjoying himself. She was, and that’s all that really mattered. And that’s what made it fun for him.
Cutting into him again, this time going from his nipple, up to his collarbone, her tongue once again followed. She trailed the knife gently along his throat as she licked up the side of his neck. Smiling as she bit into his earlobe.
Finally, he couldn’t hold back the emotion anymore. Growling, he shoved her sideways, so they would roll and he was on top. She gasped for a moment, letting go of the knife so it fell onto the pillow next to her, and then she giggled. “I win.” She breathed.
He finally smiled. “I taught you well, Meg.”
“Oh, yes you did.”
“But now it’s my turn.” He picked up the demon knife, her demon knife, and cut into her breast over her nipple. She cried out as his mouth quickly went over it, sucking down the warm liquid that came forth. His hips slammed into her has hard as he could, her nails scratching at his back, bringing a sting of their own as they ripped into his skin. “I taught you very well.”
Slamming into her one last time, he came. His whole body jerking as he filled her. “This is my kinda hell.” She smiled. “I think I’ll stay a bad little demon girl.”
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