A fae, a faerie... He must be crazy those don’t exist and most importantly she was not a fae, she was a normal woman. Right? her mind was reeling at the truth of the matter, she had half expected him to pronounce her crazy or delusional that would have made more sense to her. She wasn’t even sure what the hell a fae was, did he mean the old stories of the fairies at the bottom of the garden, the small winged creatures of myths. Because she was pretty sure she was missing the wings and while she was small compared to the male before her, but she wasn’t the size of any fairy she had heard about. “Fairy ?” her eyes held her confusion and somehow that seemed to be pushing more into her powers rather than distracting them from manifesting around them. His eyes met her own as she took in the twinkling rings of the crimson which enveloped them, a mixed-blood demon. She really had stepped into la-la land, maybe he didn’t think she was crazy because he was too. Alistar, at least she had a name to go with the man now.<br/><br/>Alistar didn’t seem like the kind of name a demon would hold, she was imagining something like Dante or Ares or Azmodan or something as equally terrifying and silly. For all he told her to focus and attempt to control her powers, she was just becoming more and more frustrated and confused. How do you control this kind of power, she desperately would kill for an instruction manual right about now. At his growl, she looked down at the floor and her feet, as she panicked and begged him to help, she didn’t mean to make flowers sprout up in his place. That would be a perfect ending right, Lucille Amacora newly discovered Fae killed by the Demon for defiling his home with flowers, she wanted to giggle at her own ridiculousness and if she wasn’t in her current situation she had no doubt she would be laughing at herself.<br/><br/>She was losing her mind, there was no other explanation for what was happening, she let out a soft gasp as he took another step towards her as he spoke, his words at least took away a note of her worry but then again she hadn’t even thought about that. His husky chuckle did things to her nether regions which she didn’t want to note as she pressed her thighs together as he swept his arms around her legs and pulled her into his arms. She let out a startled yelp as she grabbed onto his shoulders as he carried her through his home, her hands curled into fists grabbing to the material of his top as he made his way up the staircase.<br/><br/>He took them into the bedroom her eyes darted around the inside of the room, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dimly lit room, she shifted on the bed as he settled upon the bed, she looked up at him with wide eyes as she turned towards him as he spoke. She watched as he smiled and she felt herself almost leaning towards him, his aura was reaching out towards her and she wanted to get closer to him, at his question she nodded “ Yeah” she had sex a few times, only one serious relationship but she had a feeling he wasn’t asking for her full sexual history. A soft blush came over her cheeks at the question, all the same, talking openly about sex especially with a practical stranger nonetheless was embarrassing.<br/><br/>Lucille watched with bated breath as his hands moved to his shirt as he eased it off, her eyes fixated upon the expanse of flesh revealed to her as he cast aside the material of his top. Her tongue darted out to run over her bottom lip as her eyes roamed over his muscled and toned chest before moving downwards towards his stomach and the line of his pants. Suddenly he was easing down between her thighs, her legs spreading without her even thinking as she watched him with curious sparkling violet eyes. His hands settled upon her thighs brushing over her warm skin as he ran down upwards, his touch seems to send shivers along her body, her magic seemed to hum at his touch. His touch was all-consuming as it traveled upwards as he gripped her underwear and pulled them downwards, the simple material tearing as her core was revealed to his gaze.<br/><br/>Without pause, his face was hovering just above her she watched as she bit down on the tender flesh of her bottom lip as she felt the warmth of his breath skim over her core, she watched the confident smirk curl over his lips before he leaned forwards, his intent unmistakable as he leisurely descended upon her tender flesh. The first touch of his mouth upon her core made a soft whimpering sound escape from her lips, her back arching slightly as her hands curled into fists at her sides grabbing at the material of bedding beneath her. His touch seemed to send a flood of lava through her body, hot and eager, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before, his growl send vibrations along the sensitive flesh of her clit as his tongue circled over the tender nub slowly, slowly and softly, never once descended upon the spot where she wanted him most.<br/><br/>A soft groan of frustration escaped her lips at his teasing even as she felt her magic seeming reside and settle with his attention upon her body, all thoughts of her magic were quickly fleeing her mind. His teasing touch and the pleasure which he was forcing her body to endure were at the forefront of her mind. Finally, he placed a kiss upon the sensitive nub and she almost let out a moan in satisfaction but all to quickly he once more retreated as he drew up to meet her eyes. Her body was flush, her skin heated and her lips pouty as she gazed down upon him. His voice was firm and commanding and she found herself wanting to submit to his will, she wanted to please him. A whimper escaped her lips as his fingers moved to slide along her slick folds, his touch teasing before he slowly sunk the digits into her, her back arching as she let out a mumbled gasp as she nodded at him rapidly as his fingers curled within her stroking along her walls as she let out a soft mew at the pleasure he was creating within her form. At his question, she finally managed to find her voice “Yes, I agree. I’ll be good” her voice was soft and almost breathless as she responded.<br/><br/>While Lucille was submitting to his touch, her body bending and conforming to his words, her magic still felt off. It was curling inside of her she could feel it almost pulsing along her body and it was only adding to the sensations which were driving her crazy, his darkness was pressing against her and her magic seemed to shy away from it, submit to it, but as she glanced down towards her fingers she saw soft curls of vines curling from her fingers and slowly reaching out. She let out a muffled “fuck” before looking back up at him “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too. I’m trying to be good, I swear”  for some reason she wanted to please Alistar, but her damn magic was continuing to run wild.