lust...love?
"How are you feeling?"
That question wasn't a difficult one.
Despite the attempted rape murdering wasn't something foreign to you. Your family business entailed that monthly. You felt violated but blowing his brains out felt amazing.
You smiled as you ran a hand through your wet locks,"I'm okay...how are you? Does your head hurt still?" You furrow your brows and reach out to gently touch the nape of his neck. Alastor looks over your soft and concerned features.
Alastor had managed to clean up the mess in record time. His years of experience came in handy. But seeing that blood splattered across your beautiful features was something angelic, something heavenly. He didn't think you could have gotten more beautiful, but in that moment he knew it was possible.
He also noticed the shift in your eyes and the way you looked at him. He smiled softly at you and grabbed your wrist gently,"Yes I'm okay, my dear."
Your face was pleasantly lit by the dim flames from the fireplace. Soft rain pattered outside and you both, despite recent events, felt calm. But Alastor was still in slight disbelief, he was doubtful and paranoid.
"Why didn't you escape?"
Alastor asks the question in a rushed manner. It catches you a bit off guard. And for a moment you're afraid to answer. Looking down and dropping your hands into your lap you sigh gently,"I was afraid..."
Alastor feels his doubt rise and he swallows hard,"Of me?"
You laugh at yourself with a shaking of your head,"No, I was scared of them...of—of leaving...you." You feel your heart pound having admitted it out loud.
Your lips part in surprise when Alastor gently lifts your chin with his fingers. His arms then move to lift you from your chair and your face reddens when he places you in his lap. You straddle him and allow your arms to naturally wrap around his neck despite your surprise.
Alastor looks up at you his tanned cheeks tinge red,"Do you mind this?" He asks in an unusually soft tone. His hands rest on your thighs. You blink back and gaze down at him, your arms pulling back so your hands can cup his cheeks.
He notices your eyes flicker to his lips for a moment while you nod, your tone is just as soft,"I don't mind it...do you?" Your cheeks are burning red and heart pounding. Alastor watches the way your tongue runs across your soft lips slowly. He sighs softly and shakes his head,"No, my dear."
You wondered how wrong this was. You felt something for Alastor. But was it just because he's the first man to treat you decently, to show you kindness and gentleness? Was it just because he held you trapped here? Maybe it was because he made you feel...loved.
But as Alastor looked up at you you realized that he could very well feel the same, without knowing it. You showed him kindness, gentleness, and warmth. Was this healthy? Was this right?
You let out a shaky sigh, overwhelmed. You ran the pad of your thumb across Alastors bottom lip. What do I know about healthy?...
Alastor looks up at you and his heart is about to jump from his chest when you run your thumb along his lip. The room feels hotter than before, your skin is just as hot against his face.
Your hands fall from his face shakily and you begin to untie the soft bathrobe you wear. Your once wet hair now damp against your burning skin. Alastor watches with widening and mesmerized eyes as you pull on the fabric.
The robe falls down and you push it to the ground. Alastor swallows hard at the sight of your bare breasts, only clad in your satin underwear.
The dim flame of the fireplace reflected off your skin in an artistic way. Alastor couldn't believe he was witnessing this, his mind was running a hundred miles a minute. Your voice was soft,"Is this okay?" You ask while your fingers play at hem of his long-sleeved shirt.
Alastor felt his desires for you and his self-restraint faltering away the second you asked that with such a softness to your voice. He pulls off his oval-rimmed glasses and tosses them aside.
Reaching up one arm went to the nape of your neck and his other to the curve of your neck. He pulls you down close to him, connecting your lips.
You feel your cheeks redden as you return the soft kiss. But as you move your hips against his crotch the kiss grows more deepened and his grip on the nape of your neck is more firm.
Alastor has been waiting for this moment since the day he met you. He's been waiting to feel your lips against his and your skin against his. You let out a soft sigh of pleasure against his lips when his warm hands reach up to cup your breasts. His fingers pinch and play at your nipples, you feel pleasurable pain course through your nerves.
Your tongue slips past his lips and you feel his entangle with yours. Your hands slip up beneath his shirt and your fingers feel along his toned torso. You both pull away from the kiss, your tongues hanging out and a string of saliva connecting them. You pant softly and lick your lips.
Tugging off his shirt you leaned down and kiss along his clean-shaven jaw. Your tongue laps out to run up his hot neck and he feels chills run across his skin at the cool feeling. His hands rest on your bare back and he lets out a soft groan.
You bite down gently on his neck to give him a dose of pleasurable pain and begin to gently suckle on his skin. He breathes heavily against your ear as you leave gentle bruises against his neck.
His hand snakes up your neck and into your hair, he pulls your head back and you let out a gasp of surprise at the firmness. He leans down and its his turn to kiss along the skin of your neck.
Your hands weave through his soft hair and you sigh softly with each bite and lick at your skin. Pleasure runs along your skin and deep to your core.
Alastor feels just the same when he hears your soft moans and pants. His sweatpants grow tighter beneath your ass as you slowly grind against his crotch.
Alastor always hated the idea of sex. Hated the idea of anyone touching him. But when he met you his ideas shifted. He still despise anyone touching him, he still rejected the idea of sex. But not with you.
It was so strange and foreign to him but he wanted nothing more than to always have you touching him. Hanging off of him and forever enwrapped in him.
You had entrapped him mind, body, and soul. He was hopelessly in love with you. Hopelessly devoted. He'd give his life for yours and take anyone's life who threatened to take you away.
His pants were now down and you felt his hard cock between your legs through his boxers. You sighed out and he pulled away from your bruised neck and breasts. You bit your lip gently and pulled down the band of his boxers.
Alastor watched with deep pants as you brought your hand to you lips and licked up your palm and fingers. He then tilted his head back in ecstasy as your hand wrapped around his cock and began to slowly grasp up and down.
You tilted your head with a soft smile on your lips at the reaction you were eliciting from him. Then you swallowed hard at the feeling of his fingers pushing aside your underwear and running along your wet folds.
You both began to toy with each other. Your hand jerking his cock and his fingers pumping in and out of you. Your both sloppily kissed as fumbled moans and groans fell past your lips.
As the tightness and hotness in your cores grew tighter your movements grew sloppier. "Alastor...",you breathed out and he nodded with half-lidded eyes. You both removed your hands from one another. Yours rested on his shoulders and his on your hips.
You sat up on your knees and slowly lowered yourself down on his cock. You bit your lip and leaned your forehead against his. Panting softly both of your eyes fluttered shut as you both felt the most pleasure you’d had in years.
You let out a soft whimper when he’s fully inside of you. Alastors eyes shoot open and he reaches up to cup your cheeks,”Are you okay?”,he breathes out with concern and worry riddled across his tanned features.
Your eyes widen as he asks this in a rushed yet breathless manner. Your heart pounds in your chest.
“Are you okay?”
He just asked me if I was okay...
I barely made a sound...
You slowly begin to move up and down on his cock with a soft moan and nod,”I-I’m okay...” Alastor feels relief and he nods while connecting your lips. You engage in more sloppy kisses while moving up and down. Alastor basks in the feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock.
He asked me if I was okay.
You begin to grow more rapid, your breasts bouncing up and down and sweat glittering against your skin.
Don’t say it.
Alastor groans and sighs,”I-I’m close...” He turns you to look at him and when you look into his eyes the same thing remains. Love and adoration. You feel your heart pound and your stomach knot up even more. Coming close to your climax you reach up and cup Alastors cheeks.
“Alastor...”,you breathe and he looks at you. The pad of his thumb runs across your flushed cheek,”Yes?...”
Don’t fucking say it!
Your hands fall back to his shoulders and you wrap you arms around his neck. His hands move to your waist and you embrace one another.
Leaning in close to his ear your breath fans against his neck and nails dig into his shoulders. His own glide down your back. You bite your lip and moan out softly before your voice comes out small and soft.
“I love you.”
Alastor and you both hit your climax at the same time. Letting out loud moans and holding onto each other as if you were the others lifeline. He spills his seed inside of you with a pounding heart.
You’re both breathless as his cock twitches inside of you. You lean against his chest with heavy pants and a ditzy smile on your lips. Alastor feels absolutely euphoric, seemingly in a dream.
Then what you said hits him. His eyes widen and his jaw goes slack.
“What did you just say?...”