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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The little fae with no control suddenly became rather interesting to him, no family, no support. She was truly alone, no wonder she was so afraid. A part of him could relate; but he'd left his family of his own choice due to their narrow mindedness when it came to demons and pureblood. Alistair had always been kicked aside, not that he truly cared when it came down to it. He could throw a punch harder than his brothers, he could keep hell in line better than any of them. Just because his mother was a succubus, they tried to fault him at every turn. He had gotten so fed up that he'd taken his efforts to the surface, and so far he was flourishing. <br/>
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Alistair had heard her questions, but he was far more concerned with her powers. What truly confused him was that she didn't even have any idea as to what she was. He'd at least expected she had known her family, or at least some connection. "You're fae, a faerie." The male gazed down toward her, the crimson in his hues began to twinkle, glistening like the very stars in the sky. It seemed her powers were just heating up, they were causing more flowers to bloom upon his floor, which wasn't the decor he had in mind. "I'm a mixed blood demon, you can call me Alistair." His words didn't waver, and he chose exactly what information he told her. It was true, but there was more to him that she could see. It wasn't as simple as mixed blood, he was an heir to a seat in hell, he sat on a council of supernaturals, he controlled an army of demons on earth. Alistair was more than just a demon.<br/>
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He could see that she was struggling with how to control her powers, and it wasn't something he could truly... explain. It was a feeling, a command, desire. Alistair knew control all too well. Alistair could relate to her confusion, and he... sympathised. Those wide eyes of hers seemed to stir something inside of him. He wanted to help, genuinely he did. He also needed to get her to control her power before it overtook her, for everyone's sake. However... there was a lingering. Alistair noted it down to his incubus blood. A soft growl escaped him as he noticed her powers expanding, it was trying to consume her again. It was vital she stopped panicking, but telling someone to stop panicking never worked, he needed to take her mind out of that state. Pure fear or pleasure was the only option, if he chose fear she may just lash out, her powers could completely expand to protect herself.<br/>
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When she asked for him to do whatever he had to, the male gave a slight nod. "Don't worry, I'm not going to defile you." He gave a hint of a genuine husky chuckle as he swept his arms behind her legs and hurled her up into his arms. He wasn't going to just throw her onto his couch. No. When he enjoyed... women, he enjoyed them in comfort. Alistair didn't linger or slow, he made his way up the large staircase toward his bedroom. <br/>
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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The male stepped into the room, easing the female down onto the bed. The room was barely lit, it didn't need much as the city beneath was a beacon of sorts, glistening and thriving. "Lucille, you're going to have to do your best not to think about your magic." He offered a hint of a smile as he began to kick off his shoes before casting them aside. "I'm going to distract you, and tire you out. You've... had sex before, correct?" Although he didn't plan on sex, he did wonder. If he didn't manage to break her with his first plan, he needed a back up. His powers would seep through, and she would feel the extent of his allure once he began, but fae weren't as easy to consume as humans. They were wrapped around his fingers with mere seconds of his touch.<br/>
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The male gripped the hem of his shirt and eased it up, casting it aside on the floor to reveal a muscled and extremely toned physique. He was the very definition of peak male form. Without wasting time, the male eased down onto the bed and neared her legs. He didn't bother undressing her, he didn't need to. Alistair eased himself down onto his elbows, nestling between her legs. Gently, he placed warm, powerful hands onto her thighs and began to brush the fabric of her dress further up. The heat would ebb from him like lava nipping at her skin, like the very depths of hell was sneaking up along her. The male gripped at the underwear concealing her from him, tearing it with a simple tug. In a swift motion, he eased his mouth to hover just above her core. A hint of a smirk crossed his lips before he sank his hot, slick mouth down against her soft flesh. A low growl rumbled from him as his tongue began to circle the soft, sensitive nub. It didn't once rub it, his tongue circled it, taunting and teasing. <br/>
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He kept on with the same tactic, not once giving in to push her pleasure, but just to taunt her with it. Slowly, he drew up after giving a warm kiss to her nub as if to reward it. "You're going to do as I say, aren't you? If you're good, I'll reward you." His words were like steel, firm and unwavering. His idea was turning into something of use; she may not know how to control it, but maybe he could. If she obeyed him, he could show her just how to control it. Two firm digits began to slide along her folds, gathering slickness before he began to sink them inside of her. Immediately they began to curl upward, stroking against her walls. The warmth and slickness caused him to ache with need, but this wasn't about him. "Do you agree?" His voice echoed as he began to lower his head, his gaze lingering on hers. He looked the perfect definition of a predator. </span>