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God, I read a lot of erotic fiction, and one thing I love is the use of aphrodisiacs
Oh! Whether it's a drugging thing or a supernatural enhancer, that's good shit! Feeling as though you've been forced to lose composure and have a sex-addled brain? Please!
They all sound super intense, and yet weed, that among other sensations, also makes you feel a higher sex drive/intensity sometimes? Awesome. To my awareness (which is unreliable), weed isn't primarily suggested as being an aphrodisiac
So when weed gets me to being super fucking horny, I can't imagine what a real aphrodisiac must be like
Anyone know any good Aphrodisiacs for afab folk?
Don't get me wrong, weed absolutely foes the trick, and I love how I can feel on it, but sometimes I'm looking for that libido boost without the intoxicated high
Any thoughts??
“She moved like a woman tied to the moon. It enveloped her and it opened her to an absolute night without dawn.”
— Anaïs Nin, Aphrodisiac
Aphrodisiac
This is only the first part of something that hasn't been titled yet. It's sort of an experiment in introducing characters with a bang.
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At eight in the evening, the Calle de Sonrisas resounded with the clatter of heels and young people’s laughter steeped in herbal humor. The sun had barely set and the air was heavy with the scent of sea salt and charcoal from the neighbors’ patios.
A clear breeze wafted through the open skylight of Mona Lee’s penthouse bathroom where she, sweating in the heat of Miami in July, sank naked into the bath with a glass of her late grandfather’s prized No.2 1889 cognac.
The tub was short for Mona, as were most men in her life, she thought regrettably as she crossed a pair of emaciated legs over the edge of the bath. She was sore all over after a long day, and gently kneaded her stringent muscles, taut tendons with the tips of her fingers.
It had been a long day in court, spent sitting under scrutiny on the wrong side of the courtroom. It had been an exceptionally long, disappointing afternoon of bogus verdicts, millions lost and pink slips. Her ass hurt from the hard wooden benches and from shame, from her boss’ pointed displeasure.
But that was no good to dwell on when the night was new and the bath hot.
Closing her eyes, Mona thought instead of exotic restaurants, dark evening dresses heavy with the fame of the names they carried, avant garde dishes of third world portions hand-carved by some of the most self-indulgent chefs in Miami.
She thought of the curious eyes of waiters peeking out at her from kitchen windows and how they dazzled at the tiny James Beard medal clipped into her lapel.
She held her breath in recollection of crisp aftershave, from that night she leaned forward and whispered into the ear of her vegetarian editor-in-chief, “Not the sea cucumbers,” just as one wriggled on the plate.
And as the blood fumed beneath her skin, Mona slid beneath the scorching surface of the bathwater. A trail of oxygen sacs rolled toward the surface as she exhaled.
Mona recalled late-night coffee in the newsroom with Tom Geier, writing the cover piece of “Wine and Dine” magazine in a haze of drunken eloquence. He held his liquor better than she did, which wasn’t saying much if the flare in his cheek and the tousle of his hair and the one more open button in his shirt than was appropriate meant anything.
“I think you mean the old-world balsamic oil was sensuous, not sensual,” he had said, leaning close over Mona’s shoulder.
There was the screech of wheels on the street, the crack of skulls against brick, a gunshot in the distance barely distinguishable from the sound of shattering glass beside the edge of the tub. The salsa bars across the street were opening up shop for the night.
Mona shut it all out, her toes trembling above the surface of the water.
Sweat, sex, psychological distress. There was the rumble of the earth in heat, the planet turning on its side and South America drowning from the tilt of the oceans. Mona recalled nearly drowning in the sink as an infant. The need to breathe so absolute back then, she had opened her lungs to the faucet thundering over her face before the giantess hands of her mother rescued her.
She broke the surface gasping for air, a murky fluid spreading like octopus nerve poison between her legs. Standing from the bath, Mona turned her face toward the cool shaft of starlight falling through the window, dripping with fatigue.
OMG THIS WAS SPICY!!!!❤️🩷🥰🩷
Wild Flowers (18+)
Alastor x reader Rated: Adult, 18+ Content warnings: Sex pollen trope and related questionable consent due to intoxication, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, knotting, praise, dancing that shouldn't be that sexy, biting, a touch of blood drinking, female masterbation, some possessiveness, Alastor being a bit of an ass
Summary: You had always loved flowers, so when you found a patch of pretty purple wildflowers growing in the small forest behind the hotel, you didn't think twice about picking a small handful to bring back to your room. While they smelled lovely, you were wholly unprepared for the side effects of exposure or the repercussions of offering the terrifyingly handsome Radio Demon a smell on your way to your room.
With your body burning from the inside out with an overwhelming need and a displeased Radio Demon pushing his way into your room, you have no idea what you're in for.
All you wanted was to pick some flowers but you got so much more.
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You loved flowers. In life, you would gleefully pick wildflowers any chance you could get. It disappointed you endlessly to find they were far and few between in hell. The natural environment was a wasteland dotted with twisted trees with toxic sap and sharp grass.
Florists imported flowers from the other rings where things grew better, less touched by the toxic byproducts of human souls indulging in the worst of the worst. Things in Pride ring were never what they seemed and what did grow often caused rashes or fought back. Everything was out to get you. Nothing could be trusted.
That was a lesson you had to learn repeatedly over the years since your death and yet, you still found yourself being over eager. Learning from your mistakes wasn’t something you were good at.
You didn’t think twice when walking through a trail in the wasteland behind the hotel, being mindful to an extent of the sharp grass and trees. The trees were thicker here, a small patch of forest that you were eager to explore. With everyone at the hotel away, the building technically closed while the residents tended to assorted meetings and appointments, you had nothing else to do.
In it you found something you hadn’t expected to find at all, a patch of pretty purple flowers. Their petals were heavy with pollen as you drew your face close, taking a deep breath, letting the floral scent wash over you.
Finding them pleasing both to the nose and the eye, you picked a few while humming an old tune Alastor had been playing earlier that morning. It wasn’t exactly your taste but the old jazz had a way of lingering in your mind, the same way the man who favored it did.
With a small bunch of purple blooms clutched in your hand, you made your way back to the hotel. The day was getting warm, making sweat begin to dampen the back of your neck, under your hair. It would feel nice to return to the air conditioning of the hotel.
You hadn’t expected to find anyone in the hotel but as you made your way down the hall, Alastor was leaving his room. He glanced at you, eyebrow raised as he cut the tune he had been humming along to off.
“What have you got there?” He asked, ever present smile wide on his face. “Been to the florist or did a suitor come to share his affections with you? What would we do without your delightful presence if someone were to spirit you away?”
“No,” You smiled up at him and reminded yourself for the millionth time that the easy flirtation was simply a product of the time he had been raised in. He intended nothing by it. “I found them growing, they smell lovely so I thought I’d pick some for my room. Would you like to smell?”
He leaned in, taking a polite sniff as you held the flowers up to him, “Delightful.”
You excused yourself, allowing him to carry on with his day as you made your way to your room. A glance over your should as you made your way down the hall showed him standing tall and still, watching you from down the hall.
Finally, he gave a nod of his head and turned to go about his business as you reached your door, flowers clutched in hand.
It was warm in your room. The whole of the hotel had felt warm, now that you thought about it. Perhaps that was what business Alastor had been off to handle, seeing to getting the cooling system working. It wouldn’t have been the first time it broke since you’d moved in and it likely wouldn’t be the last.
You slipped your shirt over your head, leaving you in the clingy tank top that functioned as your undershirt, without thinking much of it. It wasn’t uncommon for you to shred the outer layer of your outfit when in the private space of your own room after all and it was so warm.
As you filled one of the glasses you kept in your room with water and set the flowers inside. Stepping back, you admired their color and delicate petals. You wished you had picked more, the glass looked half empty. Perhaps later, after this heat passes you’d go out and pick more.
It seemed like it just got hotter in your room as the day went on. Before long, you changed out your pants for a pair of short athletic shorts. Sweat dotted your skin as you fanned yourself with a notebook, feeling like you would burn up. You were restless, moving about your room as you tried to relax. All you accomplished however was working yourself up more.
You wanted to find Alastor, demand he find a way to fix the cooling. You wanted to make your way downstairs to the walk-in freezer and just sit in it, letting the frozen air bite at your overheated skin.
When fanning yourself no longer worked, you simply spread out on the bed as you took panting breaths. Could you get heatstroke in hell? Raising a hand in front of your eyes, you admired the way the back of it was flushed with heat before letting you hand turn, flopping down against your abdomen.
Your tank top had rode up, gathering around the thinnest point of your unnatural waist. The skin was hot under your hand and you found yourself rubbing your stomach, trying to soothe the hot skin.
The feeling set sparks over your skin, leaving you gasping. It was so hot in the room but every caress of your hand cooled the skin for a short moment. In a few moments, you were running your hands down your chest and abdomen, trying to caress away the fire under your skin as you panted.
Something wasn’t right. The hotel wasn’t hot, you realized, the heat was within you. The heatwave was coming from some internal fire and you needed to put it out before it consumed you.
Closing your eyes, you saw red eyes looking at you as your fingers brushed against the hem of your shorts. Thighs rubbed together as you felt the fire settle in your core. Every time you blinked, you saw red eyes. His red eyes dominated your thoughts.
When your fingers found your slit, it was soaked already. It was like your body was trying to drown the fire within it with its own fluids. It wasn’t enough though, the fire still burned. It burned hotter with every teasing pass of your fingers.
Your fingertip brushed your clit, sending electric sparks through you. The light, teasing brushes of your fingertips felt far better than they had in the past. It left you gasping. Somehow it was too much and not nearly enough at the same time.
With how wet you were, your fingers slipped between your folds without any intention to do so. It was still early in the day, far too early to be indulging in your body. The others could be home any time now, they could come back and hear you.
Again and again you told yourself to stop as you fingers circled your clit. Something was wrong, why couldn’t you stop?
Squeezing your eyes closed, you tried to think of anything to break the unbearable spell of desire that was washing over you. It didn’t do any good. All that closing your eyes did was bring forth an image of Alastor, watching you walk down the hall.
He was such a handsome man. Tall and lean. Powerful and frightening. He was everything you were attracted to. You knew how dangerous your affection for the man was, always trying to keep him out of mind.
As your middle finger slipped into your weeping hole, he was all you could think about. Caressing your clit with your palm, you worked your finger in and out, trying to put out the fire in your blood.
Desperate for more, you pushed a second finger inside, moaning as your body accommodated the intrusion easily. It wasn’t enough and you quickly added a third.
That was better. You were gasping now, working yourself closer to your climax in hopes that it would put out the fire.
“Alastor,” his name fell from your lips in a soft whisper as you tried desperately to push yourself over the edge.
You flinched, ripping your fingers from your core as a soft ‘tap tap tap’ sounded at your door. Icy dread washed over you in what should have been a welcome relief. Quickly cooling strands of slick fell on your thigh as you quickly wiped your fingers on your bed as you rushed to your feet.
“I know you’re in there, my dear.” Alastor called through the door.
Rushing to the door, you tried to straighten your clothes. There wasn’t much you could do for the sheen of sweat on your skin or the flush to your face. One deep breath later, you opened the door.
Alastor’s long fingers wrapped around the door as he leaned into the opening, “May I speak to you?” He asked, “In private?”
It wasn’t really a question. He was shoving the door open and knocking you to the side in his eagerness to enter your room before giving you a proper chance to answer. It was a space you had never once invited him into. The thought had never crossed your mind nor had the occasion to make the offer.
“Can I-” Alastor’s large hand reached out behind him, striking the door and slamming it shut harshly, the sound seeming to echo through the space as it cut your words off for a moment, “help you?”
“Perhaps you can!” Alastor’s smile was strained and pulled tight. “As upon doing some research, it appears you’re the cause of this minor trouble.”
“What are you talking about?” You followed him as he stormed into the room, “I’m kind of-”
“In the middle of something?” Alastor rounds on you, grabbing your hand, still damp in places with your slick, you realize to your horror.
“I- No, It’s not…”
Your words died in your throat as he pulled your hand up toward his face by the wrist. He took a long breath in, taking in the scent of you as your face burned with shame and your body burned with a wholly different fire.
Shap yellow grin split as his pale pink tongue slipped free from the fanged prison. It was too long, too pointed and you flinched back as it made contact with the portion of your palm that had just a few short minutes ago been pressed against your clit.
It got worse, or perhaps better, as he wrapped his tongue around your middle finger, searching out every damp place where slick still lingered between your fingers.
“Delicious,” Alastor hummed, eyes slipping closed for a moment, cutting off the suffocating eye contact he had been maintaining and allowing your heart to once again start to beat in your chest. “Where are those damned flowers?”
“What?” As he slipped your fingers into his mouth, sucking the remnants of your juices from them after he spoke, you struggled to process the question at all.
“The flowers,” He spoke against your palm after letting the digits free with a lewd twist of his tongue. “All I can smell is them and *you*. Where are they?”
Alastor’s red eyes flitted about the room, giving you a moment to really look at him. His face was flushed, something you had never seen before. His hair was mussed, with strands tangled on his antlers, seemingly caught from the action of running a hand through his hair. The antlers on his head were usually small with two prongs, easy to miss but now they stood taller by an inch or so, branching out more.
The longer his hand stayed wrapped around your wrist, the more you became aware of the contact. The drying saliva on your hand and fingers was no longer cooling. It felt like static danced over your skin where his claws wrapped around your wrist. It felt better the longer his touch lingered.
Alastor’s attention was on the flowers sitting prettily on your desk, blooms open wide and pollen dusting the petals. The snap of his fingers was far too loud in your room, amplified by the power the man contained.
Dark green flames sparked, shattering the glass and sending water spilling over your dresser. Delightful purple wild flowers curled, crisping before charring and turning to dust. Only broken glass and black ash was left, the water evaporated away with the heat of the fire, to show what had happened.
“Alastor?” You intended to sound outraged. You intended to be angry. You intended to yell at him.
Instead his name was breathy, falling from your lips as arousal washed over you. The display of power had your core tightening and need sparking the dim flame in your blood to life, bringing it to the forefront of your attention.
“You sound delightfully needy,” Alastor turned, bright eyes alight with something you couldn’t identify. “Do you know why that is?”
Alastor pulled you to him by the wrist still clutched in his crushing grip. His other hand came to rest on your hip. Without asking, he pulled you into a clumsy dance, moving your body with his and keeping his grip firm enough to ensure you didn’t consider disobeying.
You could feel his pants brush against your thighs with each clumsy step you took. Two of his fingers rested on the bare skin below where your top gathered, riding up your curve and above the elastic hem of your small shorts. It was hard to think of anything other than where he was touching your skin directly.
“No,” you finally whimpered out.
“Hyperrigidus purpureus,” He said as if those words should mean anything to you. “Your flowers.”
“Okay?” He tugged you closer to him, resting your free hand on his chest, not knowing what to do with it. The feeling of his chest, under his clothes made her mind run with what could be hidden under the layers of fabric.
“Flowers, one of the few that grow wild in Hell,” Alastor pulled you through the space, twirling you without sparing a thought for the way his thigh caressed your core as he took steps between your legs too large for you to have any hopes of matching.
Each fleeting contact had you clenching around nothing. You could feel your moisture heavy over your lower lips, slick spreading down your thighs with each pass of his thigh and lunging step. Never had you so much regretted the choice to forgo panties. There was nothing to contain your ever building slick as you felt his thigh smear it into your skin.
“Do you feel hot, darling?” Alastor asked, pulling you tighter to him as he twirled you around your modest room to music that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. “Does it feel like you could crawl out of your skin? Did touching yourself only dampen the fire in your blood slightly?”
“How do you know that?” Your breaths were coming shallow now, face aflame and blood raging in your veins.
“Because I feel it too, ma chérie.” Alastor laughed bitterly, pushing your hips into his tightly, “Do you know why it is I am plagued by burning desire just as you?”
“Why?” You felt the hardness of him against your hips, just beginning to awaken yet clearly present.
“Those cursed flowers. HA! Can you imagine, something as simple as flowers could do this to you? To me?” He spun you around, stepping between your legs with each leading stride, grinding your wet cunt against his thigh as you tried to ignore the fact that your slick was being smeared around now not by your thighs rubbing together but by his rubbing against you. “Of course, I had but a fleeting exposure and yet, I burn. The fire within you must be so much brighter, having stood within a field of them? Having plucked the cursed blooms with these very fingers you had buried in your dripping cunt? The fire is consuming you, is it not?”
He leaned down, into your space as his tight smile strained across his lips.
“What do-” You gasped as he pulled your hips against him, dragging your core up his thigh. “What do we do about it? How do we make it stop?”
“We cannot,” Alastor laughed again, “We must simply ride it out.”
Alastor shoved you on the bed harshly, towering over you as he made quick work of unbuttoning his coat. Sharp shadows danced around the room, smothering the light from the sconces on the walls, dimming them.
Alastor ran one hand up your thigh as he reached up to his neck, fingers trembling as they took hold of his bowtie, working it free. The fingers of his other hand slipped under the worn fabric of your shorts, thumb caressing your inner thigh, slipping on the slick in the process.
He tossed his bowtie to the ground where it joined his discarded coat. Your thigh trembled under his touch as you watched him easily unbutton the first three buttons of his collar, doing little more than to review the pale skin of his long neck.
“There are things we can do to make it more manageable,” Alastor said, fingers snagging the hem of your shorts and tugging them lower on your hips. “Things to lessen the discomfort and perhaps even make the experience enjoyable, as you’ve already discovered.”
You whined his name, shame and want warring in your voice. You were uncomfortably wet, shorts sticking to you as your eyes roamed over Alastor.
He looked indecent, delicious and dangerously sexy without his coat and neck exposed. The sight of him, just slightly disheveled had your core clenching. You could feel the wetness seep from you with the action.
Alastor leaned forward, both hands finding your legs as he pulled you by strong hands wrapped around your thighs. The grip was bruising as you were dragged to the edge of the bed, knees on either side of him.
“What are-?” You were not prepared for the feeling of him standing between your knees.
Nor were you prepared for the feeling of his fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts. Your breath caught in your lungs as he pulled your shorts down, stepping back from you to allow them to be flung to the floor.
Cool air did nothing but heat your core more as you watched him take the sight of you in. Large hands gripped your thighs, pulling them apart. The dim light sparkled on your slick.
“You see,” Alastor dropped to his knees and ran his tongue out over his lips, “We’re both going to suffer with the effects of the exposure, perhaps for hours. I am going to suffer in this distasteful state because of your actions and you will have to deal with the consequences.”
“What?” You gasped, feeling the weight of his eyes on your slick cunt. He ran his fingers up your thighs, leaning into the space between them as his tongue ran across hot skin, soothing the fire in your blood.
“It is your fault that my body has betrayed me. It is your fault that all I can smell is you.” His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading them further apart as he ran his tongue higher up your leg. “It is your fault my body burns for you. It is your fault I crave to taste you.”
Alastor’s breath washed over your spread folds. His tongue ran over his lips again as if he was preparing for a feast.
“Please,” You begged, not sure if you were begging him for. Fire swam inside you, being stoked and soothed both by his touch.
“If I must suffer through this state,” Alastor leaned forward, breathing you in before licking slowly up your spread folds, greedily gathering your juices on his tongue and groaning at the taste. “Then I will use you to sate the hunger I have been so rudely cursed with.”
“What do you-” Your question became a gasp as he lapped at your folds, running the tip of his tongue around your clit with each pass.
Each circle became tighter, providing more friction on your sensitive nub. Soon his attention was focused on it directly, lapping his tongue over it between harsh sucks and teasing nips.
Just as the attention on your clit felt like it would send you over the edge, his mouth left it. Traveling down, his long tongue snaked into your hole, drinking your slick directly from the source. You were panting, desperate to come as his nose nudged your clit carelessly.
His tongue slipped out, finding your clit again as a dangerous claw tipped finger slowly slipped inside. Alastor teased your opening, hardly pushing in beyond his first knuckle as he brought you near your orgasm again only to withdraw and stand.
“Please,” you begged, hand running down your body to caress your clit yourself.
“Uncomfortable?” Alastor smiled down at you as he unbuckled his belt. He moved slowly, at a casual pace as if you where not spread out before him begging while your slick cooled on his face. “I imagine so, your exposure was much more than mine. Should I have you like this? I could walk out, take care of myself and ride out this condition in solitude.”
Your eyes fluttered between his face and his hard cock as he pulled it from his trousers. He was large and standing proud in his fist as he casually ran his fist along his length. Veins traced their way around him, leading to the angry red tip already smeared with precum.
He was larger than you’d ever had.
Pulling your knee up to rest against his hip, he placed his knee next to your thigh, allowing him to draw close. You reached out for anything to ground you as he ran the head of his cock along your folds. Again and again he repeated the action, smoothe head nudging your clit with each pass, sending lightening through your nerves.
“I need you,” You tried to wiggle your hips down closer to him. “Please. I’m so hot, Alastor.”
“You want me so bad?” Alastor sneered down at you, “Then you shall have me.”
Placing the head of his cock at your entrance, he twitched his hips forward. You gasped at the soothing pressure as his head just probed your tight opening. He was large, both in length and girth but you struggled to think clearly enough to consider what that would mean for you as the fire inside your blood became an inferno.
Alastor gave you one last moment to relax before snapping his hips forward and bullying his way inside your sopping opening. He spared no thought to your comfort as he harshly shoved your walls aside. Your slick provided more than enough lubrication for him to bury himself nearly all the way within you in one swift movement.
You cried out as he stretched you, walls stretching around his girth as your body gripped him, trying to protect your unprepared opening from his intrusion.
“It’s too much,” You cried out, pushing against him with your leg and weakly tried to escape the pressure against your cervix. “I can’t. I can’t. It dosen’t fit. You don’t fit-”
“You’ll take all of me,” Alastor said darkly as he continued to push forward, “I’ll make you take it all.”
Pleasure and pain mingled together as he pushed deeper still, head of his cock pressing against your cervix as he forced you to accommodate his length. He didn’t let up on the pressure until his balls were against your ass and his sharp hips were slatted tightly against you.
Only when you took every little bit of his considerable cock did he still, bent over you and panting. His eyes burned into you, the fire behind them as hot as the fire in your blood.
Never had you been so full. Never have you been so stuffed. You were stretched beyond what you thought was possible, impaled on a cock of such size you never would have guessed Alastor possessed.
You stretched, arching your back to try and somehow create more room for him within you. His strong hands gripped your waist and thighs, claws puncturing the skin ever so slightly. Though you tried, his grip didn’t allow you to put any distance between him and you, forcing you to lay and accept the burning stretch.
“What’s the matter, Little Doe?” Alastor teased, running his hand up your side and under your shirt, claws caressing the soft underside of your breast. “Doesn’t it soothe to have me inside you? Does it not smother the fire?”
“Yes,” tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, without the fire raging inside you there was no buffer between you and the burning stretch. “Too much. It’s too much.”
“Oh but I’m not leaving the warmth of your cunt,” Alastor pulled back a short inch or two only to ram himself back inside to punctuate his words, “until this is out of my system. The squeeze of you around me, it soothes me. I could stay just like this.”
Alastor’s words, the sound of his voice fanned the embers if desire to life again. It wasn’t fair, he was so calm and collected and yet you struggled to form thoughts around the way his cock twitched within you.
“Please,” you whispered, the fire in your blood coming to life with each twitch, dulling the pain. “It burns. Please, Alastor.”
“What do you want?” He sneered down at you.
“Something. Do something. More.” You rocked your hips against him, trying to dislodge him from where he pressed tightly against your cervix and get some sort of relief from the pressure, the pain and the burning.
“I thought I was too much for you?” Alastor teased, pulling back.
The drag of his cock along your stretched walls was painfully slow, inch by inch slipping out and letting your body relax. You could swear that you felt every vein along his shaft.
The emptiness you felt in your core shocked you. It should have been a relief to have his massive member removed from you body but it wasn’t. Looking down at him, you could see more and more of him and it made you want him to push back inside.
“Please,” you whimpered, head falling back on the bed.
“You keep begging like that,” Alastor snarled, head of his cock just slipping free from your core, “And I won’t be able to conduct myself as a gentleman.”
That thought, oh the way the fire surged with it. You twitched and wiggled, desperate for more as your mind was overcome with the smoke, struggling to think of anything else. If this was him being a gentleman, what would he be like when he wasn’t?
“Please, Alastor. Please, I need you.”
“You like that?” Alastor laughed, pushing both of your legs up around his hips and thrusting forward. “You want to just be used? Ha! Those little shorts, this flimsy top? I wonder how much of this is that damned flower.”
You moaned as his head bullied your cervix harshly only to withdraw and repeat the process, each push inside harsh and each pull out painfully, teasingly slow. You twitched and tried to rock with him only to be pinned in place as he put more of his weight on your legs.
“I need you,” You struggled to think as he both soothed the fire and fanned the flames. “Please, Alastor. Need you. Want you. Have wanted you for so long,”
You spilled your secrets without a single thought. It was worth it if spurred him on, if it would prevent him from stopping again. Did it matter if he knew you had thought about him when everyone else was sleeping?
He filled you again, slower this time as he curled over you, strained smile seeming to glow with his eyes in the dimly lit room. “For how long?”
“Always,” you struggled to think as his head pressed tightly against your cervix and his balls nestled against you.
He fucked into you slowly, each pull out bringing a wash of your slick out, coating your ass. The front of his pants were wet with slick where they hung off his hips. The hem of his shirt was damp with it, soothing your hot skin where ever it would smear against you.
“From the moment,” you struggled to speak, moaning as his pace picked up.
Looking away from him, you hoped that it would allow you to think. You didn’t have a chance to find out however.
Alastor planted his hand on the bed next to your head, supporting his weight. “Look at me,” He ordered, “You will look at me while I take you.”
“Alastor,” You whimpered as his thrust turned harsh, your body jerking with the force of it.
“For how long?” He asked again.
“Since we met,” your face burned. If it was from shame, desire or the flower, you didn’t know. “I’ve wanted you since we met. Please, Alastor.”
Your hands ran up his chest, pulling at the buttons of his shirt as you tried to ground yourself. Each hit against your cervix was intoxicating, shifting more and more away from painful as he forced your body to make room for him.
“There you go,” Alastor praised as his name fell from your lips again and again. “So good for me. See what you get when you’re a good girl?”
You hardly had a chance to register how close you were before your orgasm washed over you with a loud moan. The power of it left you gasping and panting as Alastor seemed to swell within you.
At first, you thought it was just the way you tightened around him as you came on his cock but there was no denying the way the base of his cock was changing with each thrust into you.
Grabbing you harshly, he forced himself as deep as he could reach as his whole body shuddered. The knot at the base of his cock felt like it would rip you apart, there was no way you could hold it within you in addition to his girth but he gave you no choice.
His cock twitched wildly as he rutted against you, rocking his hips rather than thrusting as you felt his seed explode. You were so full of him as the smoke seemed to blow away from your mind. Cold air caressed your skin as he pulled you up against him, supporting your weight as he sat back on the bed.
Your body weight forced him deeper still, ensuring his knot was well and truly planted inside you. You shivered against him as his lips ran over your neck.
“Alastor?” You licked your lips, trying not to moan as his still hard cock twitched deep inside you, pumping the final spurts of his seed inside your walls.
His knot was so tightly stuffed within your hole that not a drop of his seed was escaping as you straddled his lap.
“I wasn’t aware I could do this outside of season.” Alastor laughed as his sharp teeth ran over your collar bone, nipping and lapping at the blood his stinging kisses spilled.
“What?”
“This.” He said, trying to pull his cock from you only to have your hole unwilling to allow his knot to slip free.
“Is it,” Goosebumps ghosted your skin as he moved the thin strap of your top off your shoulder, not that it was hiding much from him at all. You could feel the thundering beat of his heart under your hand, half on bare skin and half over his partially open shirt. “Is it over?”
“Not even close,” Alastor’s hands pulled you back from him, shifting your torso on his twitching cock and making you moan. He pulled the thin tank top up and over your head, leaving you naked in his lap. “This is but a momentary reprieve, allowing for clear heads before the fire returns to life anew.”
“Then why are you-?” He ran his tongue over your nipple, teasing the bud with the tip.
“Oh!” He nipped at the sensitive bud as you felt the knot just inside you walls begin to lesson, “Because I can.”
Your legs flexed on either side of his hips, raising yourself carefully off his cock as the swelling at his base went down. What you expected was for him to allow you to separate, to allow his body and yours both to rest.
Alastor had other ideas however, thrusting up into you just as you had thought the head of his cock was going to slip from you.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Alastor grabbed your hands from his chest, pulling your arms behind you harshly. Your balance was lost and you sank down on his cock harshly, feeling it impale you as he gathered your wrists in one of his hands behind your back.
He pulled your arms back so far that you had no choice but to arch your chest into his face. Another powerful thrust up into you had you gasping as your hands dangled, fingers twitching between his knees as he bit at your breasts.
The fire quickly returned to your blood as Alastor worked his legs out of his pants, letting the stained garment fall to the floor as he fucked up into you.
“So weak,” He licked blood up from the curve of your breasts, smearing it as they bounced with the force of his thrusts, “You can only ride me if I allow it. How lucky are you?”
When you failed to answer him, he bit down on your shoulder. You clenched tightly around him, the coil in your core winding as quickly as the fire was returning to your blood.
“Answer me.”
“So lucky,” You were bouncing on his lap, head lulled back and hair falling away from you as he let you ride him in only the most technical terms. “So lucky, Alastor. I’m so close.”
All you needed was to shift just so and his body would caress your clit with each thrust. That would be enough to send you over the edge but you had no room to move. Your legs were going numb from how they were folded under you and he just kept fucking up into you.
“Do you want to come?” Alastor asked as the sound of his wet thighs slapping up into her filled the room. His hand left your hip to caress your abdomen.
“Please.”
“Look here,” his voice was gentle and you struggled to raise your head as he continued to thrust into you.
Looking down at yourself, you saw first how his massive cock would pull from you. He was drenched with your combined juices. For a moment, you had the irrational urge to run your tongue over him, to taste the way your bodies mingled.
There was a slight bulge in your abdomen each time his hips snapped up into you. His cock was so large that he was stretching you from the inside out. The sight had you moaning.
Your shoulders ached as he let go of your hands, pulling one forward and holding it to where his cock pushed out toward the world. You could feel him, every thrust into you from the outside.
Pushing against your hand, he made the pressure between the two of you even greater. His other hand gripped the hair at the back of your head, using your hair to anchor you. Each thrust ran against the palm of your hand as his teasing nips ran across your jaw.
“Come for me,” he ordered and you did, without a second thought.
His lips crashed into yours, kissing you for the first time as your jaw fell slack. You could taste yourself on his lips, drying and strong as he swallowed your moans. You could feel how your body strangled and convulsed around him. You could feel every twitch of his cock.
Without warning, he ripped his lips and cock both from you, tossing you to the bed. While your orgasm granted you a moment of clarity, fire raged in his eyes as he ripped at his shirt.
You looked up at him with fear as some bulbs around your room shone brighter and brighter before bursting, unnatural shadows growing deeper.
He climbed on the bed, grabbing your ankles and forcing you to flip onto your stomach. Strong hands ran up the back of your thighs.
“Alastor?”
“I am going to shape your cunt to me.” He promised, wet tongue running up the back of your thigh. “When I am done with you, no other man will be able to touch where I’ve reached. None will leave you satisfied.”
He pulled you to your knees. His body contorted, joints shifting to allow him to lean down, face close to your weeping cunt. His hot breath washed out over the swollen folds before his mouth was on you again.
Pushing you forward, your elbows collapsed causing you to fall face first on the bed. His tongue washed over your clit, working you closer to another orgasm with every pass before slipping with ease into your abused hole.
“Al-” every part of you was sensitive.
The fire was little more than embers again, quickly being stroked to life as he slurped up your combined fluids. Looking down, between your spread legs and under your body, you could see his massive cock hanging below his legs, heavy and glistening.
His fist stroked his length lazily as you clenched around his tongue, orgasm washing over you unexpectedly. You were mortified as you bit into the sheets. Alastor had coaxed this one from your body without the fires having had a chance to build in your blood.
This time you came from him alone, unassisted by the poison desire the flower’s pollen provided. The way he chuckled as he pulled back, licking his lips, told you he knew what he had done.
“That’s the third time,” Alastor announced, patting your over sensitive sex harshly, smile only growing as you moaned at the soft slap.
“Alastor, I can’t anymore.” You were over stimulated and sore. Your mind was lost on a cloud.
“You’ll take me until I am done.” Alastor entertained no discussion, pushing inside in a swift thrust.
His hand wrapped around the back of your neck as he pinned you face down, ass held up by a hand on your hip. You struggled to keep your head tilted enough to ensure you could still breathe as he fucked harshly into you.
A chaotic mix of music played from somewhere, though you didnt know where. You had no radio. Rather than covering the sounds of his balls slapping harshly against your clit, it accented it, station changing with every rough hit.
“What a good girl,” Alastor praised as you looked back at him from the corner of your eyes.
His pace was unrelenting, slamming into you our sore body again and again as you tightened around him. How many times would he make you come? How many times could you come?
“When I’m done with you, you’ll beg for me to take you again. You’ll do anything to have me take you. Your cunt will belong to me. Only me. Mine.”
His antlers were wide, heavy and dominating as he rammed into you with such force that the bed was jerking along the floor. Anyone at the hotel would know what was happening.
You couldn’t make yourself care as he folded over you, squeezing your breast and pinching your nipple. All you could care about was the way his cock hit that space deep inside you that none would ever be able to touch again.
Drool slipped from your lips but you couldn’t be bothered to care as the coil tightened yet again. How long has be been fucking you? You were hot and cold all over but you could think. At least, you were pretty sure you could think again.
It was hard to think with the way he pounded into you, the way his breath washed over your shoulder.
“Who do you belong to?” Alastor demanded, rutting harshly into you as his hand squeezed tighter, making your moans more gasping. “Who’s cunt is this?”
The raw possessiveness is what did it for you. You clenched again, fluttering and twitching as you came hard, his name on your tongue. He swelled again inside you, knot dragging in and out of your hole as he leaned forward and bit down harshly on your shoulder.
“Fuck,” He groaned, voice naked of the filtered overlay that was nearly always present as he slammed his swelling knot into your tight cunt again and again, chasing his release in your milking walls regardless of the way your opening caught on his knot with each thrust. A final groaned ripped from him as he declared you his as he slammed home, biting down a second time and not letting go. Your walls twitched and pulled at him, urging him deeper in the aftershocks of your orgasm.
You were locked against him by his teeth on your shoulder and his knot tightening in your cunt, somehow feeling even larger than the first time. His panting breath washed over you, blood dripping onto the bed from your shoulder.
His heavy cock jerked and twitched inside you as he shot his second load, filling your corked hole with his seed. Each small thrust if his hips had his knot pulling against your rim, unable to breach it without serious intention to do so. Every time you felt it tug against your opening, your breath caught and your body twitched around him.
He held you tightly to his body, torso pressed tightly against your back as his tongue soothed the puncture wounds he left on your shoulder. He twitched deep within you with every rock of his hips. You were limp in his arms, spent.
“How do you feel?” He asked, voice softer than you expected.
“So full,” you whimpered as his hands stroked soothingly over your skin.
“I know, My Doe, I know.” He shifted, falling to his side, taking you with him as he spooned you, still locked together by his cock. “You took me so well.”
“Is it over?” You whispered as he caressed your sides, hot breath making your hair tickle your face.
“Soon,” he promised, rocking his deflating knot until he could pull out of you only to lazily slip back inside your messy hole. “Just a little more.”
You whimpered as he lifted his knee, hooking your leg over it and spreading your folds as he worked your hole. You were sore, sensitive and yet your whimpers quickly turned into soft sighs as he caressed your clit.
The fire was little more than embers, no matter how he stroked you. That didn’t keep you from desiring the way his fingers felt on you. It was a desire that was nearly all your own now. You gripped his thigh, fingers slipping in the soft fur that ran up the outsides of his legs and nails digging into the skin.
“One more,” He promised as he worked your sore body up, tongue running along your neck and fingers pinching at your breast and clit both. “One more, and we’ll be done.”
You swore you couldn’t do it. Each stroke of his fingers was painful and yet your body tightened under his hand, greedy for more. He was softly working you up once again, grinning as you gasped and moaned with every thrust.
“Alastor, I-”
“Even after taking me again and again, you’re so tight,” his praise had you clenching around him. “Made for me.”
He sighed as you came around him, body too spent to do more than flutter and twitch, his name falling from your lips in a prayer. As you came, his thrusts turned harsher as he followed you, cock swelling yet again inside you.
The tip of his cock nestled against your cervix as he locked into place, twitching as he deposited another load inside you, whispered praise dripping into your ears.
You sagged on the bed, held tightly in his arms as you realized the fire was out. Sweat cooled on your skin as you sighed. Alastor was still held tightly within you, twitching slightly as his knot deflated more with each passing minute.
“I’m sorry,” You whispered, afraid to face him now that you could think clearly. Alastor had never shown any interest in you in either a real romantic sense or a physical sense and you had essentially drugged him into a sex filled afternoon. It hadn’t been intentional but the guilt still ate at you.
“All’s well that ends well.” Alastor said against the back of your beck, “And I would say that ended rather well indeed. Wouldn’t you?”
You hesitated, not knowing what exactly to say. If you agreed, you feared giving away how much you had enjoyed the afternoon but if you disagreed, you would be insulting his performance.
Alastor rocked his hips against you, though he was softening for the first time he was still firm enough for the friction to have you gasping. “Well?”
“Yeah,” you blushed as he slipped out of you, feeling the wave of fluids that followed.
Alastor snapped his fingers, materializing a warm wet towel into is hand. Softly, he cleaned the fluids from your thighs as he hummed, sitting on the bed naked beyond the mostly unbuttoned shirt.
Sleep called to you, body sore and spent as his soft touches lulled you. Your eyes slipped open as his fingers caught your chin and forced your attention onto him.
“In the future, do not pick random blooms. You never can be sure what unintended consequences exposure will have. Oh, and do warn me should you find your nose in those particular blooms again, I wouldn’t want you to suffer.”
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Sudden Attraction❤️🔥 - Alastor x Female Reader (18+)
❥WARNINGS: NSFW. 18+ (DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE)
❥Summary: A small gift from Rosie leads to unexpected events.
❥Tags: Alastor x fem reader, 18+, aphrodisiac, first time, romance, smut, biting, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mentions of tentacles, fluff with smut, aftercare, friends to lovers, rosie knows what she is doing, NSFW
❥Notes: Fun fact- Deers are very attracted to the scent of certain fruits like apples and acorns, and also vanilla. THIS IS 4K WORDS, LETS GO!
**Rosie's Emporium**
"Y/N!! Have you finished stacking the shelves?" Rosies voice had called out for you, causing you to move behind the shelf to look for her. "Yes, Miss Rosie." Calling back out to the cannibal overlord, you finished putting the last box on the shelf, stepping back to admire your work. Your name was Y/N, and you were a sinner demon in hell. You had arrived to the Pride ring a couple months ago, and your first destination was the Hazbin Hotel. A chance of redemption was a bit skeptical to you when you arrived, but maybe it could be possible, so it seemed like the best idea and it was. Charlie was a little ball of sunshine in a dark place, wish wasn't what you expected to find in Hell. She had taken you in the minute you knocked on the door, introducing you to the other residents. It was quite a group when you first saw them, but at least they weren't planning to kill you, yet you hoped.
It took a couple awkward handshakes, but you were able to calmly introduce yourself. The last person to meet particularly stood out from the rest. He was a staggering 7ft tall man. His red pinstripe suit and black pants suited him well, along with his monocle. The cane he carried with him was a microphone, which you noticed right away. His smile was wide enough to put the Joker to shame, it was so enlarged that you kept staring, but quickly turned away as it was rude to stare. He bent down at the waist, grabbing your hand and placing a small kiss on it, "Salutations, my deer. I am Alastor. I trust you will have a splendid time staying here at the Hazbin Hotel." It took a bit for you to calm down from his sudden act, before smiling at him, saying it was nice to meet him and that you will enjoy staying here. That small meet later turned into a full on friendship. The both of you quickly hit it off, which still baffled the other residents as given Alastors background in hell, it seemed shocking that he could make friends with anyone, including you. You did find out over time about the power Alastor possessed and how feared he was in hell, but that wasn't gonna stir you away from him, because there was more to him that met the eye.
He was kind enough to put in a good word for you with Rosie, as you felt you needed to work, since staying at the hotel made you feel guilty that you were doing anything to pitch in, honestly you couldn't keep relying on Charlie to pay for everything. Rosie was not what you expected, being the cannibal overlord in the Cannibal Town of hell. She was very gracious and motherly, having squealed when she first met you, and hugging you sweetly. She hired you within a second, offering you a decent pay and reasonably hours to work, as you still had to help a bit at the hotel plus attend Charlies meetings. Rosie made her way over to the shelf, placing her hands on her hips in satisfaction. "Oh splendid work, my sweet." Her lips drew into a sharp-tooth smile, giving you a loving pat on the head. "Thank you. Now is there anything else you would like for me to do?" Rosie smiled, placing her hand on your back, signifying you to move closer to store exit. "Well my sweet, everything is already spick and span at the moment, plus it shouldn't be a busy day today, so your free to take the rest of the day off." You widen your eyes, shaking your head back and forth, "Oh no! I can't do that! I'm pretty sure there are other thin-" Your mouth stopped working, as Rosie placed her hands on your cheeks, cooing at you like a mom would to her child. "Ah ah ah, I will not take no for an answer." Her kind eyes were gazing at you, to which you dropped your head in a nod.
Rosie let your face go, and moved to an area behind the curtain where the desk was. She came back holding an envelope and a small little bottle. "Here you are my sweet, your paycheck. Also here is a little gift from me for being such an adorable little worker." She handed you the envelope and bottle. It was a small ruby shaped bottle, with a small flower design attached to it
"Go on, give yourself a little spritz" Rosie urged you. Taking the top off, lifted the bottle to your neck, allowing the contents to spray onto you. The scent of crispy red apples, mixed with a small ounce of vanilla filled your nostrils. There was a hint of something nutty in it too, but you couldn't place what it was. You inhaled the scent, letting out a delightful hum. "Thank you, Miss Rosie, it smells amazing." Rosie smiled wider and gave you a hug. "Aww I knew you would love it. Now run along sweetie. Go enjoy the rest of your day off." Rosie let you go and began to pushed you towards the door. Once you were outside, you turned and waved at Rosie, which she returned with a smile and closed the emporium doors.
**At The Hazbin Hotel**
"Hey guys! I'm back!" Calling out, you closed the hotel doors, as you made your way to the hotel lobby. Husk gave you a small wave, before going back to cleaning the glasses at the bar. Charlies head had peaked out from the meeting room/living room of the hotel, shooting you a vibrant smile, "Oh Y/N, your back early?" Moving closer to where she was, you explained that Rosie allowed you to have the rest of the day off. Charlie seemed exuberant at that, before going back to finish the bonding activity with the others. Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Vaggie and Niffty were seated on the couch or floor, turning for a second to give you a quick smile before focusing back on Charlie. A wave of static had appeared next to you, and before you knew it, a hand had placed itself on your hip, pulling you closer to the source. Turning your head up, it was none other then the radio demon itself, staring down at you with his signature smile. "Your back quite early, my dear." Alastor had moved his head closer to yours, while his hand was still positioned on your hip. This was odd, was your first thought, as Al wasn't very the touch-feely kinda guy, but he was always the one to invade other peoples space, so you took it as him just being silly. "Oh Hi Al. Yeah, Rosie allowed me to leave early since it wasn't very busy today." A small smile appeared on your face, as you then turned your head back to the group.
A quiet hum was all that come out of Al, and he continued to remain silent as the both of you looked on at the others performing some exercise that Charlie urged them to do. The location of his hand still remained where it was, and once in a while it would move up and down, sometimes pinching a bit, but not enough for it to be painful. Questions flooded your mind as it seemed quite bizarre that he was keeping you so close. Turning your head to look at him, Al motioned his eyes down towards yours, while his head drew to a small tilt. "Ummm Al, you can let go now." His body became stiff, as he was stunned by what you said. He quickly realized where his hand was and placed it behind his back along with his other arm. "AH! Apologies my dear. My mind must have slipped from me!" Wow, this was the first time you had actually seem him be apologetic towards anyone, not only that but his cheeks were a small shade of pink, before it quickly disappeared as if it were magic. "It's alright. Do you want to join the others?" Your head motioned towards the others. Alastor smiled back and began to head with you to sit with the others.
**Nighttime-Your Bedroom**
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" Your mind was going crazy, and it was all Al's fault. He was being more touchy with you now and he continued to follow you everywhere you went. After that whole hip incident, he would find other opportunities to touch you. During the exercise that Charlie was conducting, he had placed his hand on yours that was laying on the couch. Then when you were fixing a small snack for yourself, he had popped up next to you and began to slowly wove his hands into your hair, playing with the strands, making you very flustered. The icing on the cake was when the gazes he would give you wherever he went. They were locked on you, hungry for you, piercing your soul. It would have frightened you, but something about it made your knees weak. "Sighhhhhh.........." Flopping your back against your bed, you tried to navigate your thoughts, wondering why the sudden change in Alastor's demeanor. Was he angry about something? Did you make a joke that went to far or was it something else. Coming to a decision, your feet made contact with the floor and began to head to the deer demons room.
Fidgeting with your hands, you stood in front of the door that connected to Al's room. Calming your nerves, you knocked on Alastors door, "Hey Al, its me. Can I talk to you for a second?" A few seconds went by and the door opened to reveal Alastor, smiling widely, crimson pupils gazing down at you. "Evening, my dear. May I inquire what it is you need to talk about?" You looked off to the side before looking back at Al saying it was about some things that had occurred today. Alastor continued to stand at the door before turning around, which was a good hint that it was okay to come inside. Entering inside, your eyes look at the pocket dimension he made before looking back at Al, who's back was facing you. "Listen Al, I noticed you have been acting different today and wanted to know is something wr-" *BANG!* Before you could register what happened, Alastor had slammed his hands against the door, pinning you to it, as he blocked you from escaping. "Evil chuckle.....SoMeThINg iS VEry WrOnG, DaRLIng!" His voice was breaking, static going in and out when he was talking. Shocked by what was happening, you peered up at Al and gasped. His cheeks were coated a deep red, sweat dripping all over his face. His smile seemed wobbly, while his red pupils were now heart-shaped. "Are you okay?" Concerned for him, you tried to touch his cheek, only for your hands to be grab by his, and placed against the door.
"This is the first time in all of my existence I have felt like this. Your scent....so sweet.....so rich with life...I̵̹͇͇̞̕͘͜͢ Ẃ̧̩̪͚̀̕A̵̢̡̰̗͢N̢̢͕̼͢Ţ̛̭͔͠ I̢̛̟̘̕͜T͖̣̪͞ͅ!" His head lunged at you, sinking his teeth into your neck, breaking the skin with his sharp fangs. "AGH!" Your body tensed, goosebumps forming all over your body. The pain was excruciating, yet it only lasted for a minute, until you felt his fangs recede. Something wet was caressing your neck, moving back and forth, dulling the pain for a bit. His head had left the area where he had bitten, allowing you to see his face. Blood covered his lips, slowly dripping down his chin. Desire was glazed in his eyes, and his smile stretched to the point it could break his face. "Exquisite!" He spoke in a husky tone, causing the strength to almost leave your legs. His tongue appeared and wipe the excess blood on his lips, making you blush. "Al..." Your words failed you, as you tried to grasped what was happening in this situation.
A swarm of black tentacles began to appear behind Alastor, grappling at you to hoist you in the air. They had moved your body over to what was possible Alastors bed. Your back hit the bed, while your legs and hands were bound by his powers. "Al! What are you doing?" You lifted your head up a bit, to try to peer at Alastor. His smile was still on his face as he walked over to you, while placing a finger against his lips. "Shhh..don't worry darling. You just need to lie there and give in to p̥̃l̻͌e̩̲̒̈ă̮̬̖ͭ̚s̰͓͈̩̋̅͊̚u̠̝͇̳͊͊̅ͮŕ̰͚̬͔͔ͮ̒ͣ̑ḛ͎͔̣̙͔̒̑ͬ̂̾̚. The jacket he was wearing, was shrugged off, exposing his red dress shirt and black harness that was keeping it in place. Your eyes couldn't look away from him, it was the first time you had every seen him wearing anything else but his coat. You were able to see more of his body shape without the coat, his waist was very slim, yet his arms were slightly bulky, showing that he had some muscle hidden under all that. Removing the harness that was on him, it allowed him to unbutton his shirt, revealing his bare chest to you. A swarm of scars littered his body, causing a small gasp to leave your lips. The middle of his chest had a small patch of red fur, it was noticeably big but not as much as Angel Dust was. His arm contained the scars as well, plus more red fur. You felt your undergarments become moist from just seeing him like this, he was beautiful. Alastor noticed your stares and gave a soft chuckle, "See something you like, darling?"
Arriving at the bed, he climbed on it, moving his body closer to your legs. The tentacles tied to your legs disappeared and were then held down by Als hands. Spreading your legs open, he gazed hard at the wet spot on your underwear. You were only in your nightgown and now Al had a clear view of everything that was going on down there. Embarrassed, you tried to move your head to look away, but stopped when you heard a snarl from below. "D͔͖̬̲̳͂Ö̝̭̟͖̹N̠̼̞̖͆'̱̹̫͉̀̃T̯͇͔ͯͯͅ ̺͍̭̉͑D̳̻̰ͨͥ̑O̮͉̭̿ͭ̈ ͔̻ͩͩ̌T̖̝ͯͬͧͭH̤̱͗̆ͯͣḀ̏̓ͤ͒T͍͋ͥ͆͗̚!̰͌̊̃̍ͨ ……..I want your eyes on me, darling. I want you to watch me take you, every part of you!" His eyes flashed into radio dials for a split second before going back to his normal crimson. Licking his lips, he bent down further, hiking your nightgown to your knees, while his fingers moved your panties to the side, exposing your leaking feminine parts to him. "How adorable, your dripping with anticipation!" He spoke in a playful tone as he extended his tongue out, giving your cunt a quick lick. You jolted upward, moaning at the sensation, causing Alastor to chuckle at your reactions. His tongue extended out again, and began to enter your core, moving your inside, and sometimes teasing at your clit. "Holy shit." your body shook from the pleasure, as your knees tried to squeeze together, pushing Alastors head closer. Alastor continued his ministrations, moaning at the taste of you. One of his hands, left your leg to start flicking at your clit, spurring on more moans from you. "How was he so good at this?" You thought, as you continued to squirm at the sensations Al was giving you. Something started to build up inside you, the more and more pleasure you were getting, the bigger it got. "Ah!...Al.....stop....some-...something is coming." Pleading with Al, you were warning him to stop, as you felt your orgasm starting to surface. Al refused to leave from his position, tongue moving faster inside, urging you to come. Your back arched off the bed as your cunt exploded, coating Al's tongue and mouth with your essence.
Trembling all over, your body melted into the bed, dazed. You felt his tongue slowly pull out of you, as his head lifted up to face you, lips covered in your slick. Smirking, he wipe the excess of your orgasm with his finger, licking it after. "I'm not one for sweets, but you my dear, are quite the exception." There was a sound of something zipping and before you knew it, Al had climbed on top of you, hands pinned next to your head. "Are you ready, darling?" You broke out of your daze at his question, muttering a soft "huh, ready for?" when he spoke to you. "Chuckles...ready for me to ravage you?" Shocked by Alastors response, you felt your whole face flush, mouth gaped open like a fish. Unable to come up with a response, your head move to the side, wishing your hands were free so you could cover it. The silence from you concerned Alastor greatly, placing a hand on your cheek to turn it back to face him. "What is the matter, my dear?" His eyes turn soft, smile turning in a thin line. Lips bitten, you didn't know how to explain it. "Its....um.....I...uh....I never..um.."
Quickly realizing what you were trying to say, Alastor leaned his face closer, touching his forehead against yours. "I take it, it is your first time?" He hit the nail on the head, answering him with a soft nod. "Well, it is mine as well, darling. And I intend on making this painless and satisfactory for you. Do you trust me?" This side of Alastor took your breath away, the gentle and kind part of him that always made your heart race whenever you saw it. You did trust him, completely. Nodding your head, you smiled up at Alastor, earning a soft smile from. His lips drew closer to yours, merging together into a kiss. It started slow with a peck before it shifted into full on making out. His teeth gave a soft nip to your lips, allowing them to open, giving him access to your tongue. Both of your tongues continued to lash at each other, as Alastor claws made their way to your nightgown, ripping it slowly, leaving you bare in front of him. You felt something prod at your entrance, and slowly enter inside of you
Gasping out, your lips disconnected from Al's, moaning in discomfort. Alastor stayed completely still, refusing to move until he made sure you were ready. "The pain will fade, my deer." Soft kisses were met to your forehead, your lips, your ears and then your bite mark that was left by Alastor. It felt like something had stuck a stick inside of you, but the pain wasn't horrible, just odd. Trying to ease into it, your eyes scanned the room, taking in the decor and the bayou atmosphere that Alastor made. The sounds of water sloshing somewhere and the little tiny fireflies helped you to relax, making the sensation more tolerable. Alastor's face remained on your neck, the sounds of his breath close to your ear, and the thumping of his heartbeat against your chest, making you flush. The uncomfortable feeling had all but faded away, and you signaled to Al that you were okay. Going back to his original position, on top of you, he hoisted your legs to wrapped around him. Groaning, he started to move inside of you, the tip of his erection going in and out of you. "Ah..Ahh!" Tears formed in the corner of your eyes, mind-blown from the feeling of Alastor penetrating you. "Huff...you take me so well, darling. Everytime I move, your insides quiver!" Alastor sped up his thrusts, earning more moans to spill from your lips.
The tentacles still remained on your hands, holding them down. You wanted nothing more than to place them on Al's back, wanting to pull him closer. "Ahhh...alastor..remove these" Gesturing to the tentacles with your eyes, Alastor let out a soft laugh. "Whatever for?" Alastor sped up, hitting your sweet spot more directly, causing you to squeeze him with your legs. "Ahh...please...I wa-I want to touch you." Begging, your eyes filled with tears from the immense ecstasy. Alastors face turned red at your sweet pleading, before raising one if his hands to snap his fingers, "Chuckle...very well. Since you begged so nicely-SNAP." The tendrils left your arms, allowing you to wrap them around Al's back, pulling him closer. His rod throbbed inside of you, inserting itself in and out of you at rapid pace, making your eyes roll back. "AHHH.....MORE...PLEASE!" Yelling out in pleasure, your hands clawed at his back, feeling another orgasm coming. Alastor continued to groan on top of you, eyes flicking into radio dials then back to crimson, showing he was loosing control of himself. "Take it....take all of it, darling!" Clenching down on his rod, your back arched off the bed again, as you came, followed by Alastor who sped thrusted inside of you, until coming to a complete stop, coating your insides.
You felt like your were on cloud nine, your legs continued to shake, body drenched in sweat. Alastor's head had fallen on your chest, acting as a little pillow for him as you felt his soft breaths on your skin. He remained inside of you for a bit until slowly removing his rod, cum dripping out. Alastor removed his head form your chest, removing himself from the bed, standing next to you. Still in la la land, you didn't register him picking you up off the bed, bringing you into another room. "Lets get you cleaned up." Your ears picked up a bit on what he said, but your head was still in a daze.
**Alastors Bathroom**
Your back was placed against Alastor's bare chest, leaning against him as you both soaked your bodies in his bathtub. Al had drawn up a bath for the both of you, adding in some essentials oils to make the experience more relaxing and some bubbles for fun. His hands rubbed against your skin, soothing the sore parts on your body. "My dear, may I ask, did you receive a small trinket from Rosie, by chance? His static filled voice appeared in your ear, waking you up a bit from the relaxing sensations. You tilted your head up a bit to look at him, "Umm, she gave me my pay and a perfume bottle as a gift." Another laugh was heard from behind you, making you raise an eyebrow. "Ahhh..Rosie, always trying to play matchmaker!" Turning your body around, you looked up at Alastor, wondering what he was talking about. Alastor placed a hand on your cheek, leaning closer to gaze into your eyes. "That little perfume contained a potent aphrodisiac. It's quite powerful to certain demonic breeds, especially deers like myself!" His words made something click in your head. OMGGGGGGG!!!!!!! NOW YOU KNOW WHAT ALASTOR WAS ACTING LIKE THAT! YOU WERE BASICALLY DOPEING HIM! "OMG!! Al I-I had no idea, I knew it smelled nice, but I didn't think it was..I..I'm sorry." Hands placed against your face, in embarrassment, you felt steam coming out of your ears. Hands placed against your shoulder, you were turned around to now your body was facing Alastor. Slowly, Al removed your hands from your face, "My sweet darling, I am not upset. Honestly, I am more tiffed that Rosie tried to help in my attempts to court you. There were better ways to go about it, not involving that blasted perfume!" The static had left his voice, showing how serious he was. "Wait what?" Picking up on what he said, you started at Al in awe. "You wanted to court me?" Guffawing on your reaction, Alastor placed his head against yours, "Why of course, my dear! You peaked my interest the minute you arrived at the hotel. While I do admit it was more for entertaining purposes, I find your very being quite charming and adorable. I would very much like to continue this arrangement, properly of course, without the aphrodisiac of course. What say you, my dear? Do you wish to form a relationship with me?
You were not expecting that! This whole time he wanted to date you. You admit that you had a crush on him as time went on, but you thought dating was gonna be off the table with him. You already had your answer, placing your hand against his cheek, you uttered a "Yes" Alastor jester smile had returned, placing both of his hands on your cheek, "Normally, I would seal an arrangement like this with a handshake, but I'll settle for a kiss!" His face came closer, sealing your lips with a passionate kiss.
-END-
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Sexy Roleplay.
THE HEELS ! I took Stud’s assistance over voice where he directed Hunk as to what were the qualities he was looking for in a Personal assistant.
Only once it was ascertained that I fulfilled all of them would I get the most coveted PA position
The first was..
“ She should look good in heels! ”
Well….. 😉😉
#roleplay