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Alastor’s peculiar and deceiving personality that he introduced himself to you several months ago was nowhere to be found when he was pressed up against you, waist slapping against waist, grinding and moaning into you for the duration of your heat. But don’t be mistaken, he was definitely no saint. He was a true demon to his core. He continued to tease you at every twist and turn of your hips, denying release when he found you too desperate and over-serving when you were terribly sensitive post-orgasm. The amount of times he pulled out just to watch you whining and writhing beneath him and chuckled at the sight was well over ten times. Though truthfully, you lost count during the mindless haze, begging him to return after every denial. You won’t even mention the few times he left mid-thrust to deal with his duties as an Overlord and his commitments to Charlie for the hotel. Bound by his tendrils and unable to touch yourself, you were left crying for him and clawing at your sheets, only for him to return and taunt you for desiring him so.
Many times that week you had a tinge of regret for agreeing to that deal to allow him to relieve you for the rest of eternity. There is only so much teasing a soul can take in such a short time!
However, the way he growled into your ears was too enchanting, singing praises every time he made you shudder as you came. You loved the way he caressed your body, seemingly treating you like you were made of the highest class silk. He clung to you like he was afraid you were going to suddenly disappear if he let go.
His cum was filling, rushing into you like a warm wave desperate to coat every part of you to mark you his. And it never felt like it was enough. Your walls were surely molded into the shape of his cock, as he made sure to keep it seated deep within after every round while he held you possessively tight to sleep for several nights.
And most importantly, he was relentless, matching your high and your fiery desires for him to fill you deep inside all week. He was never tired of you. And you craved for him. Alastor nearly completed you on the days you’re most vulnerable to him, empty without a second half. He fueled your desires. You kept wanting more of him.
The passing of your unearthly desires has never been so heavenly.
After your heat had calmed, Alastor had visited you and your room less often, down to where he didn’t come by at all one day. Sometimes, he would appear through his shadow just to share a kiss. Others, he barely touched you at all. There wasn’t a desperate need to hide your pheromones with his scent anymore. It was fairly well covered by the end of the week.
Those nights you felt a little restless, tossing and turning, waiting to see if Alastor would make an appearance to see you outside of your heat cycle. Even if it was just to lay beside you in bed to sleep, you welcomed anything. But instead he failed to make his appearance, leaving you to fall asleep yearning and holding onto hope that he would come by and wrap his arms around you through the night.
Routine at the hotel returned to normal. You consulted with Alastor as before, full of him teasing you and you angrily replying back. A tinge of sadness came with each interaction as you thought you had a deeper connection with him after your heat, but you noticed that Alastor always ended the conversation with a quick flick of his gaze away from you. No other personal discussions were made.
The days following, he barely showed face during the day. He’d leave the hotel mornings before the lobby even opened. You suspected he went to Cannibal Town to clear some errands, but you never saw him return in the evenings. Oftentimes, you caught yourself searching for him, waiting for his grand entrances in the lobby like he does every morning. Just yesterday you purposely worked at the front desk and not once did you see him walk by!
It was strange.
And it was a little lonely .
You knew Alastor was busy. With something. Since the reconstruction of the hotel, guests have increased ten-fold. Which isn’t saying much as Angel and one other sinner you never met were technically the only residents before the last Extermination Day. Cherri only recently checked in. You weren’t promised exclusive time with the hotelier nor were you really asked for anything from your side of the deal. He said he wanted you as much as you wanted him. Yet nothing has happened since your heat ended. You sat at the front counter, moping, just thinking about it.
You continued to help around the hotel, mostly led by Vaggie and completing weekly checklists associated with managing the hotel. A lot of customer complaints fell on you to resolve. Most times the problems were small, others were impossible. The day always ended with you wanting to strangle someone before you left the hotel lobby for your room.
Charlie had been running around twice as much, passing by like a whirlwind. You didn’t quite understand what she was doing half the time, but she was always enthusiastic and speaking at three times her usual speed. It was hard to keep up. But it also made you wonder, was Alastor even around?
“Where is that damn demon? Claiming to be the outright manager of the establishment and then going off and disappearing for several days?” Vaggie hissed between her teeth. She held a stack of paper that was loosely bound, clearly unprepared for the amount of work that she had to pick up from Alastor’s disappearance. She hands it to you by pressing it up against your chest, not waiting for your hands to catch it before letting go. “I am going to give him a piece of my mind the moment he shows his stupid face. Hell, I might even reintroduce him to my spear!”
You watched Vaggie stomp her feet angrily down the hallway, storming to Charlie’s office next to the breakroom. Dealing with hotel guests was already a difficult task, but alleviating Vaggie’s anger was above your paygrade. You dropped the stack of papers on the counter as soon as she was out of view, letting it slide from your chest and land in a scattered mess.
You needed a break. Vaggie’s stress was rubbing off on you, the subtle discomfort you had for missing Alastor was also growing to a slight irritation.
Not a moment to lose, you walked away from the front desk and exhaustingly stumbled over towards Husk and his bar. He was wiping down a wine glass gently, choosing to ignore all the rude and drunk customers who were yelling into the air from the other side of the counter.
Husk looks over at you, giving you a gentle nod and acknowledging the chaos. “You look rough. What d’you want?” He places the glass down, ready to pour you something. His hand hovers over his liquor as if knowing you needed something heavy. You groaned before falling over onto the bar stool, barely catching yourself on the counter.
“I don’t know. Anything to make me forget, I guess.” You huffed, rubbing your eyes in hopes that unwanted desires and memories could be washed away by the gesture.
Husk briefly chuckles, the little amusement in seeing others suffering as much as him deepens his relationship with them. You were no different. “Whiskey it is.”
You watched as Husk expertly threw together your drink on the rocks. He made sure to give you a generous pour too. The ice rang a beautiful tune as the glass slid across the counter towards your hand. You played with your glass for a minute, swirling the liquor back and forth, watching the ice slide around. Finally after the fourth or fifth turn, you threw it back and took a big gulp of freezing whiskey.
The alcohol didn’t work. At least not immediately like you had hoped. Your memories of your heat were still intact. Your feelings for Alastor were still lingering at the back of your throat, screaming to be relieved. You leaned your elbow upon the bar counter and rested your chin on your hand. Your mind was drifting in a fuzzy haze.
The touch of his hands along your demon skin spread heat along the tufts of fur across your chest. His claws left visible scratches upon your hips. The way he caressed every curve of your body had you squirm closer to him, plastering your entire being into his arms. Your ears drooped and shivered at the memories. You cursed yourself for the mental reruns.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you were definitely still on the clock. Breaktime had long passed. You decided to down one more glass - your fourth one at this point.
There was no major movement from you or others at the bar for hours. It was that kind of night. Everyone wallowed in their sadness and thoughts, embracing their inebriation. However, that calm silence ends with a small tug against your skirt from behind that makes you turn your head. You flinched.
You turned around and saw that nobody was behind you. Not a single demon within your vicinity could have reached over and pulled on your clothes from that distance. Was this some kind of prank? You looked around once more before turning back to your glass. The comforting burn of the cold condensation sat in your hand.
Another tug from below between your thighs had you jump. You quickly pushed back from the bar counter and looked down.
You caught a shadow that wasn’t yours waving at you, almost like it was desperately trying to get your attention. Now you were sure the alcohol had taken its hold. The closer you looked, the more you saw that it had Alastor’s silhouette but with its own hollow eyes and mouth. You recognize that hair anywhere. Once it saw that you were looking at it, the shadow started pointing in the direction of the hallway for hotel residents. Your own room was further down the hall. You made a perplexed expression at it as it waved his arms around frantically. You started to feel curious why Alastor’s shadow was trying to lead you back to your room.
With a quick quiet announcement to Husk, you excused yourself for the evening. Work be damned. You’ll sort that stack of papers later when you are more sober. Instead you slightly limped down the lobby floor and followed the shadow slowly and carefully towards your room. Your pace was painstakingly heavy, wobbly at best. The shadow keeps trying to rush you to hasten, circling around your feet while keeping an eye on you and its destination.
“Okay, okay. I’m going.” You grumbled. You passed a few familiar rooms. First Niffty’s, then Husk’s. Yours was at the end of the hall, past a few more unoccupied doors. Through habit, you kept walking without looking at the shadow beneath your feet.
However, it stopped short in front of another room. It pulled on your feet to keep you from walking further down the hall. “What the?” You stumbled.
The door before you was massive. It was definitely customized to look different from the rest of the hall. It was tall and menacing, but decorated and personalized. Though you’ve never seen anyone come in and out of the door before you, you knew this was Alastor’s room. His scent was familiar to you now, and lest you admit, you were craving that smell.
You approached the door, hand wavering on the knob before deciding not to reach. There was something ominous about it. Pressure was thundering from behind as you felt your chest thump in tandem.
There was a smell. The musk was heavy. It seeped through the cracks of the door, even before you attempted to open it. The shadow grabbed at your shoe and shook it hard, pulling you towards the enclosed room.
“Wait, I can’t just go in there. I doubt he’s even in.” You whispered to the shadow. It shook its head and pointed at the door once more, signaling for you to go in immediately. With a sad inclination, you continued, “I don’t think I should intrude, I doubt he even wants me here-”
Suddenly, the door rips open in towards the room. The hinges creek at the forceful pull. You flinch, standing there staring into the dark void that was Alastor’s room. The shadow disappeared into the darkness, pulled and sucked in towards the source. You stand there, shaking. The pressure intensified now with the barrier of the large door removed. A low creeping voice echoes out.
“ꅐꁝꋬ꓄ ꂵꋬꀘꏂꇙ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꋊꀘ ꒐ ꒯ꄲꋊ'꓄ ꅐꋬꋊ꓄ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꁝꏂꋪꏂ?” Your skin fluttered at the voice. It wasn’t his usual voice, it mimicked the grave voice of another, one ripped straight from another radio station. Yet somehow it was still his.
You peered into the darkness to see two red pinpointed eyes looking back at you. The pupils morphed into radio dials, quickly ticking in a circle. Mesmerized, you watched the eyes get closer, keeping your gaze locked in a trance.
“Al-Alastor?” You asked, your breath shortens. You weren’t sure why you questioned it, you already knew it was him just by the overwhelming scent. The first thing that appeared from the shadows through the door is a large set of antlers, dripping in black ink-like substance. Red hair frayed underneath, his head looked disheveled. The usual pristine style was tousled and ruffled in a disordered manner.
You stared at his form. He was barely clothed, his jacket was nowhere to be seen and his usual pressed dress shirt was wrinkled and unbuttoned. It drifted in the air of the hotel hallway. Noticeably, he was larger. In his demon form, you sometimes forgot that he was even taller and bigger than his typical seven foot stance.
And his smell. That alluring and addicting smell. It enraptured you the week of your heat and now it was once again tempting you to fall into his arms. You leaned forward, meeting him right at the frame of the doorway.
“ꂵꌦ ꒯ꋬꋪ꒒꒐ꋊꍌ,” He hisses directly into your ear, bringing a finger to brush along your chin and curled under to lift your face directly to his. He sounded… excited. And hungry . “ It seems that your heat has triggered my rut a little early. I am in a bit of a bind. And ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꇙꏂꋪ꒦꒐ꉔꏂꇙ ꋬꋪꏂ ꋊꏂꏂ꒯ꏂ꒯."
Releasing your chin, Alastor rapidly wraps his hand around your forearm, jerking you and your entire body forward through the door. You felt your entire being swallowed by the shadows, the grip tightens and nails dug into your skin. You yelped. The sounds of your distress disappeared into the darkness as the loud slam of his bedroom door sealed you from the realm of the hotel.
You felt your weight shift, the shadows bringing you in before you felt a rush of a fall. Your entire body lands back first on plush fabric - slightly drenched in wet spots. What happened here?
You sat up and looked around the dim room. A lit fireplace was the only source of light in the enlarged space. Pieces of furniture were torn on the ground, shredded curtains and pillows littered the carpet, and claw marks scattered along the walls. Where’s Alastor? He had mentioned his rut had started but how long has he been enduring it?
The weight on the bed shifts behind you, you feel yourself tumbling backwards as your own weight barely compared to what was sitting down. Turning, you come face to face with Alastor once again. His lips curled, drool leaking from the edge of his lips as he stared down at you with starving eyes.
You sat there paralyzed. Nothing could explain the gravity of Alastor’s monstrous presence before you. Your eyes were trained on his, waiting for his next move.
Neither of you speak. You grip your fists deep into the bedding below you, feeling the damp cloth bunched between your fingers. You were highly aware of your core quivering. Was it fear? Was it anticipation? Excitement?
“ᗰY ᗪEᗩᖇ,” Alastor’s tongue falls from his lips and slowly swishes along the sides of his cheek. “ł Ⱨ₳VɆ ฿ɆɆ₦ ₩₳ł₮ł₦₲ ₣ØⱤ ɎØɄ.” You shake from the vibration of his voice, it captures you tightly as his scent envelops you whole.
Alastor leans down and gently claws his fingers through your hair, massaging against the sensitive nerves that sent shivers to the base of your neck. You leaned into his touch with a desperate but quiet whine. The momentary bliss of his soft touch was always fleeting. You knew it was always a short and sweet moment that never lasted more than a few seconds. Judging by the way he was breathing down your neck, grazing his sharp teeth against the pulse of your neck, you knew his patience was thin. He was bloodthirsty.
Your face was just a breath away from his. Your lips held itself upon his forehead, asking for permission. You were desperate but you were also loyal. You knew Alastor had to be the one to initiate or he would feel repulsed by the demand. You didn’t want him to know how desperate you were for his touch. But, oh, did he know. He had known all week. You whispered, “I missed you…”
Alastor leans his head against yours, turning to nuzzle against your neck with a low growl. The permission was granted. You pressed your lips into his face, sprinkling small kisses upon his sweaty brow. As far as you could reach with Alastor holding your thighs down with his hand grounding you into the bed. You felt sharp teeth nibble against your skin, occasionally nicking the unsuspecting flesh as he sucked and kissed down your neck. You arch into him with a high-pitched groan, arms snaking around the sides of his chest to grasp onto his back. As your fingers slid along his form, you noticed that his skin was covered in a thick layer of fur, more than before when he was taking you previously just a couple weeks before.
Alastor nudges the sides of your cheek with his nose, breathing deeply as if to take everything about you into him. He gently bites into your ear, causing you to mewl uncontrollably. “M̰͈͕̲̦͔̊ͭ́́̀i̷̺͉͇ͯ̈́n̜̻ͥ̏ͯ͟e͈̝̞̋̂̈ͣ̕…”
The deathly grip upon your thighs loosen as Alastor’s hands travel up your body, dragging your skirt and work vest up. He destructively removes your uniform, clawing away at the buttons, forcing them open with several snaps. His hand travels up your hip to cup your breast, squeezing and thumbing over your sensitive nipple. Eyes fluttering closed, you felt a hot breath enter your mouth as you moaned. You blinked through the dark hazy spell Alastor was inflicting on you as you felt his wet, warm tongue enter your mouth.
Your lips brushed against his in the battle of teeth and tongue. His hands massaged your chest in the same movement and motion he had with his lips on yours. The warmth of his mouth bled into your lips with its harsh need for you. The both of you panted breathlessly, his taste flooded into your mouth, so addicting that you pressed closer. The need to touch him with every inch of your body burned feverishly.
You gasped into Alastor’s aggressive kiss when he pinched your sensitive bud, rolling it under his claws in a circular motion. It sent heat straight to your core, your clit eagerly flicking against your soaked underwear as you arched your hips into his.
Alastor was not wearing anything from the hips down. His clothes were ripped from his body hours ago when he was hopelessly relieving himself with his own touch. He stroked himself harshly and thrusted bare-skin into his bed as he thought of you, writhing beneath him, wishing that the imagination would satisfy his animalistic desires to breed you. But it didn’t. It didn’t alleviate the pain of his hardened cock. It craved for you more.
You didn’t realize you were grinding desperately against his waist until Alastor let out an uncontrolled snarl. His hands slid down to cup your ass and forced your hips down against his pulsing length. You cried out from the relief of his twitching cock sliding against your clothed entrance. He made sure to grind the head in between your pussy lips, dragging slowly across your clit. But with your clothes in the way, you didn’t feel the same satisfaction. Your legs sprawled out further, stretching from the pleasurable shock your body was receiving from sharp rub. The friction burning on your sensitive skin.
“Alastor- w-wait,” You tried to wriggle from his ministrations, his claws still grasping your breasts. You tried to reach for your skirt and your underwear, struggling to reach as Alastor’s hold was tightly pressed around you.
He hisses. “D̆ͬ҉̲̘͈̱̳͇ͅo̙̤̞͚̬͗̽͗́n͑̎̋͏̰̭͍̣'̵͈̖͎͓̱̰̉̉ť̸̬̥̘̮͇̹͇ͪ ̨͚̳̭͙̦̽̃̚m̞̪͚̬̂͋̆̀͟ọ̭̜̹̰̤ͨ̓͊̀͜ͅv̝̀̒ͧ̀ͅͅe͚̘͆̀͛̒̕.̧̙͉͉̦̤̂͐” You immediately stopped. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order. “I’ll do it.” He laughs enthusiastically.
Alastor presses his lips against yours as he drags his claws down your waist, hooking his fingers on the thin fabric of your clothes. In one swift movement, he rips them out of the way. No attempts to preserve your clothes as there will be no need for them for a while.
“You look beautiful, darling.” He whispers against your kiss. As he steals more of your moans and tastes every bit of your mouth, Alastor moves to remove your top with another loud rip, throwing the ruined fabric onto the ground off the sides of the bed. “You won’t be needing anything or anyone else for days. I’m not letting you leave this room until either I’ve ꁝꋬ꒯ ꂵꌦ ꊰ꒐꒒꒒ or you are unable to Ʉ₦₳฿ⱠɆ ₮Ø ⱤɆ₥Ɇ₥฿ɆⱤ ɎØɄⱤ Ø₩₦ ₦₳₥Ɇ.”
You dangerously shiver, wrapping your arms around Alastor’s shoulder, nails digging into his back as you ferociously return his kiss. His words were barely registering in your mind. The humid air filled with your and Alastor’s body heat doubled the sensation of his skin against yours. With your newly bare slit, you ground yourself onto his cock, savoring the slip of him sliding down your folds. Alastor shivered at the motion, nearly whimpering from the pain of his desires burning for relief.
“Testy, aren’t we.” Alastor chuckles as he rips you from his body, pulling on your hair roughly. You cry out, frantic from the loss of contact. “You better be ready, my dear. It’s hard to control myself during the rut.” You nodded as best you could, your eyes staring straight into his.
Alastor pushes your body down onto the bed and spreads your knees to the side. He hungrily stares at your glistening soaked entrance, clenching on itself in wait to be filled. Alastor lines his cock in between your folds, grinding himself back and forth to coat himself in your slick. The sounds you were making catches in your throat as he leans down to drag his long tongue along your neck. Sweat and saliva mixed across your skin, it was hard to tell if there was any place Alastor hadn't claimed upon your shoulder with the amount of biting and licking he was performing.
Suddenly, the feeling ceases. The fire between your legs grows as he leaves you. You whine, throwing your arms back above your head to fist the pillows for comfort. “Now, now my dear, be patient. We are here for me, remember?” Alastor backs up slightly, his tongue still draped out of his lips. “We will do this my way .” Without waiting for your retort, he leans down and brings his lips directly to your sensitive clit and gives it a harsh suck.
You cry out once more. Tears streaming from your eyes from the sudden burst of pleasure. Alastor’s tongue swipes up and down between the folds, licking and gliding along the wet slick you produced. The taste of your core was sweet upon his lips. With a tight push, Alastor’s tongue enters your pussy, stretching you bit by bit as the appendage travels up and down your inner walls.
You felt him flick around inside, grazing and dragging along every sensitive spot he could remember of you, almost like he was searching for something in particular. Your hips struggle to stay still, attempting to ground yourself onto his tongue while also trying to push away from the unexpected intrusion. The contradicting movement had him irritated. Alastor dug his nails into your thighs, keeping you in check as he continued to eat you like he’s never had a meal before in his life.
Unable to relieve the tension in your core, you tried to relax and let Alastor take the lead. Proving difficult as he was refusing to let you move and you could feel your stomach wind the tight coil of your release, quickly reaching the point of snapping at any gentle touch. But the way his tongue was moving within you had you clenching and constricting your inner walls.
With a single brush of his tongue, every muscle in your body shivered. With glee, Alastor found that one precise, delicate spot and attacked it in a bruising manner. That coil in your stomach cracks. Your hips tried to arch as you scream out your release, cumming directly into Alastor’s lips.
He pulls away from your pussy with a pop. “This taste…” Your chest heaves for air, unable to fathom the life stealing orgasm Alastor had gifted you. He flicks his tongue twice more against your clit before crawling up to your face to look you in your clouded eyes. “Hm, not as wet as before.” He hums. “Tragic.” The black void of his eyes made his red pupils prominently bright, staring straight into your soul. You weren’t sure he was truly looking at you, he may not even be aware of what he was doing.
Alastor moves back to lining his cock against your entrance. You glanced down to look at the length and girth that threatened to open you wide. It looked a little different from before, standing taller and angrier, with a rounder bulge at the base. As you admire him, he looks down at you, his hair falling against his cheek. You lazily bring your hand up to his face, combing the strands of hair that clung to the sweat dripping from his chin. Alastor nuzzles into your touch, almost like he was relieved just a little bit by your gentle fingers touching any part of him. With a small smile, you cooed at him. “Alastor… please…”
Alastor leans down and captures your lips once more. Slowly savoring you as he adjusts your body and presents you for what comes next. His cock pushes in, spreading your lips open as it enters. Your body contracts at the intrusion. The size difference from before introduced a different feeling of pain. “ Ah -ahh! H-old on! Too f-fast!” You squeaked against his lips.
But, he doesn’t wait. He continues to bury his cock into your walls at once, watching you with foggy eyes as you squirm underneath him. The head of his cock grounds against your cervix as it nestles into your womb, pushing slightly to adjust to the new size. He swallows all your groans and whimpers, eating it up with delight.
“Does your pretty little pussy remember me? Does it yearn to be filled by my cock? ₮ɆⱠⱠ ₥Ɇ.” He demands. Alastor rocks into your body, his desires uncontrolled as it urges to start plunging into you. To claim you. To mark you. He attempts to wait, but the pleasure was driving him to fuck you immediately.
“ Mmm ! Ye-s! Aah !” Your pussy convulses around him, trying to conform to his shape and wrapping itself tightly. Alastor grunts at the squeeze. He bucks once, twice, as he loosens himself from your constricting hold. No longer could he wait.
He forcefully pulls out of your walls and thrusts into you with steady precision, sinking his cock as far as your pussy allows him to go. The snap of his hips was deep, knocking another moan straight out of your throat. He repeats the motion, in and out, in and out , leaving you delirious with pleasure as every one of your senses are filled with nothing but him. This is what you’ve been missing. This is what you were deprived of.
At the start, Alastor’s hands dragged across your body, massaging and kneading your breasts, squishing and stroking your thighs, flicking and circling your swollen clit. His claws left marks as they mapped out every bit of your skin. He wanted to touch you. He needed to feel you. The way your voice echoed in the room encouraged him to chase after that need.
Alastor encases your entire body with his, his arms settled on either side of your head, ensuring that your body doesn’t escape his slamming hips with every thrust. Your hips remained spread as every time you tried to close your legs, it rebounds from the harsh buck of Alastor’s hips. You dug your nails into his back as you failed to find stability from his harsh movement.
“It almost seems like you’re the one in heat rather than I.” Alastor chuckles as every inch of his cock caresses your fluttering walls. Your sweet scent blended with his as your moans filled his ears. You could feel your body accepting Alastor, the way he plows into you. The treatment was maddening. Your body was curling and preparing for another release.
You gasped, “Alastor, I-I’m cu-mming. I’m g-gonna-” Your body shook before you could finish your warning. Your muscles locked up as you came, wrapping your legs tightly around Alastor’s waist to hold his hips in place. His cock sat snug against your sensitive spots. Alastor growls as he is forced to hold himself in place.
As soon as you released your grip upon his hips, your legs fell to the side, but Alastor continued to fuck you, using the same bruising speed and force as before. He chases after his own completion, the slick your body produces coated his cock evenly in preparation for his own release. Soft sounds of hnng and mmph escape your lips as Alastor sucks against your throat.
Your muscles laxed. The energy you had to hold yourself against Alastor had waned. You felt your body get thoroughly used as Alastor continued to slam against your pussy walls. But your moans continued. You whimpered as you felt Alastor grind into you, his thrusts shortening and his cock filling you further and further with every grind. You felt a pressure push against your pussy lips, trying to enter the small opening.
You curl at the discomfort. “Almo-st there, my dear.” Alastor huffs directly into your ear. You could hear him whine as his body molded into yours, “Take my cum, accept my everything. You will take it.
“Tαƙҽ ιƚ.
“꓄ꋬꀘꏂ ꒐꓄.
“₮₳₭Ɇ ł₮-”
With an audible pop, Alastor snaps his bulging knot into your unsuspecting hole. You scream as Alastor bites down on your shoulder. The rush of warmth that surged into you swept you out of your mind. The excessive amount of cum that filled you, expanded your walls in an attempt to accept all that he was giving you. You groaned whorishly, the feeling was different than when he was first cumming into you during your heat. Had your estrus and his rut lined up perfectly, you later wonder if the pleasure would have been even better.
For a brief moment, Alastor stops to inhale your scent. He continues to fuck you languidly, tugging on the knot gently with every pull. You felt him throb and twitch as more ropes of hot cum flood into your already full walls.
Alastor sits back, pulling your body up with him to sit you within his lap. You quiver at the new position. His cock sat deep inside, now nudging a new spot along your womb, still shooting cum into you. A hand begins to rub circles along your back. You succumb to light touches and purr at the gentle motion. The two of you sat pressed together silently, locked at the hips.
Finally, after what seemed like hours had passed, you felt the pressure of his knot release. It shrinks back to the small round mound that sat above his heavy balls. You shifted your weight back, trying to crawl out of Alastor’s lap to lay back down to rest your aching hips.
“ Where do you think you’re going ?” A rough grip slides you back into Alastor’s lap. You bite back a moan as the feeling of his cock presses back into your pussy walls.
“I-I was going to lay down?” You responded breathlessly, unaware of the hardening length that reinvigorated within you.
“But we aren’t done yet-”
With a swift pull, his cock slides out of you as you were repositioned as you requested. But, Alastor flips you over onto your stomach and drags your waist back towards him. Without a moment of rest, he sinks back into your fluttering inner walls, reclaiming what belongs to him. You whimper and mewl at the oversensitive shock of his cock rocking into place. His first round of seed slowly pushed out from the overfill of your womb, leaking and wasting onto the sheets.
Alastor leans over you and begins to pepper kisses along your back. He sucks on the newly presented empty canvas, making his marks before slowly thrusting his hips into you once more.
The pace was slow. His cock dragged against your walls only inches at a time as he was more focused on tasting the sweat along your back. You felt the cum within you rock back and forth, leaking with every slow push of his length.
“ Hnng ! Alastor! Stop teasing m-me. P-lease-” You fisted the bed sheets, your toes curl and stretch with every short and sweet buck of his hips. You clench down on him, trying to emphasize your desperation.
“As you wish, my dear.” Ramping up his speed, Alastor rocks into your body at a bruising speed. The feeling of your orgasm comes and goes as he drills it out of you to feel that hungry inferno of your walls squeezing against his cock. The constant build of your release eventually merges into one long blissful spasm. That coil snaps and reforms every couple seconds.
“So delicious,” he hisses. “So pretty when you cum… You complete me.”
As he pounded into you, your voice stuttered your moans, choking on the silent plea to cum. Your body was limping into the bedding, unable to hold your weight up as Alastor’s body tethered you down.
“Sing for me.” The slapping of your soaking hips against his sweaty and heavy balls echoed in rhythm and beat of your moans. Alastor claws along your hips, bringing it back as he thrusted forward.
“My little rabbit. My gorgeous. Mine. Mine. Mine !” Alastor chants as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. He releases a long drawn-out moan, hips stuttering against yours as you both orgasm together. Hot dripping cum fills your well-fucked pussy, staining your walls as your stomach expands to hold his second release. You sobbed in pain and pleasure, your cunt milking every last drop of his seed as his knot once more locked into place.
Alastor wraps his arms around your hips and abdomen, gently stroking your inflated womb. Satisfied with his claim on your body. He whispers into your ear, telling you to prepare yourself. “I’ve never letting you go…”
He was just getting started…
For the rest of the night, Alastor took you over and over again in different positions and locations of his room. He pinned you against the red walls of his bathroom. He thrusted from behind as you leaned over his ruined wardrobe. He fucked you deep over the side of his bed. For hours, he bucks against you in shallow thrusts, his cock kissing your cum-filled womb sharply. He made sure that his knot was securely sealed within your walls with every orgasm, filling you full in hopes to breed you with every pump of his seed.
After the third day locked in his room, Alastor held you tightly as you seated on his cock. His rut had subsided but he continued to fuck you slowly upon his lap. While you silently moan, he leans over and nibbles your ear. “You're doing so well. Didn’t I promise my dear? I help you and you help me. With how much you want me, I will want you back ten fold. You complete me. And you will be filled by me…
That’s the deal~”