Hesperia's POV:
He didn't hesitate, pulling me closer by my neck as my dress fell past my shoulders.
He pulled back. "Shall we take this off? It must be quite uncomfortable…" he said, pulling my dress down.
I frowned. "Not really… it's actually one of the most comfortable things I've worn," I said, then added, "And the prettiest."
I felt Alastor's grip tighten on me then, and to my surprise, I heard a loud rip. "W-what?"
"I'll buy you ones that are way prettier. Forget about this one… it smells like another Alpha," he growled.
I paused… he could smell it? Was it Lucian's? Or....Gareth?
I frowned then, not minding anymore. The thought of another Alpha's scent lingering on me made me cringe.
So I helped Alastor as he took off the dress completely… but even after he had said not to feel ashamed or shy, I couldn't help feeling so when left in nothing but my bra and underwear.
I heard him take a sharp inhale before I heard an audible swallow. I felt his thumb press against my neck, right on the point where I felt the blood in me pumping.
Was he… thirsty?
I bared my neck to him then, hoping to give him a signal to go ahead.
The second he understood me, he turned me around, moving me from on top of him to the bed. I drew in a sharp breath when I felt the sharp points of his canines on my neck, and then I felt the sharp pain of them breaking skin.
I felt him tremble. Actually tremble as his grip tightened and he sucked. Gulping my blood, the tingling feeling began then, starting from my toes as it climbed up my legs and intensified around my slit. I felt it throb.
I felt his hands roam around my bra, squeezing my breasts, eliciting a moan. The combined pleasure as he drank from me and the growing heat in my abdomen made me want to rub my thighs together, eager for some sort of friction.
But he stayed in between them, making me unable to push my thighs together.
I whined. I would have felt horrified… if I was in my right mind. But right now, my mind was melting into mush.
"Ah!" His hands slid down, for the first time ever making me so surprised that my eyes shot open under my blindfold. I had learned to control myself for this long… never opening them no matter the situation.
But when he touched something below that made my back arch, I really couldn't hold it anymore. My hands twisted into his shirt and I finally spoke, "A-Alastor… please."
I didn't know what I was pleading for. Reprieve? Did I want him to stop? Truthfully? No.
But just when I felt my ears start to ring from the amount of blood he was sucking from me, he pulled out, licking my neck as I heard him whisper, "You taste like heaven… I truly want to devour you whole."
A shiver ran up my spine.
As I felt him pull back, there was a swish and I realized he'd taken off his shirt, leaving his bare, hard torso completely open for me to touch. And my curiosity getting the better of me—I did. I touched, gliding my hands through his ridges. He was hot.
Scalding hot to the touch, and I realized he was sweating.
"Do you still feel hungry?" I whispered.
I heard him chuckle. "Yeah… starving."
I bit my lip. Could I handle it if he drank any more? I might just pass out.
"....so let me feast." And then I felt him pull away from me. Before I could frown, I felt him lift my legs, and then a tug—realizing he was pulling off my wet underwear. I gasped as he put my legs on what I could tell were his shoulders.
"Alastor!?" I felt a wet heat right on my core and a shudder swept through me.
Was that… his tongue?
"Yes, darling?" His voice vibrated as I felt his tongue push inside me and the heat envelope me.
"No… wait, it's dirty!" I gasped, shaking my head. What was he doing? Was this normal? Do people do this?
He chuckled and didn't stop. Even in the complete pitch darkness that covered my eyes, I swear I could see stars.
I felt the heat build up inside me and, with my brain turned to mush, I didn't bother speaking anymore. I couldn't.
"Alastor. Aa-Alastor… stop… stop, there's something. Something's wrong!" I gasped, feeling like I was about to fall off the edge.
But he didn't stop. No—in fact, I felt his hand moving from my thighs down to my core, rubbing circles on a sensitive spot near my slit.
And that was it.
My mind blanked out, going completely white as my back arched and I tried to muffle a loud moan… shivers wracked me.
I felt like I was falling.
My fingers trembled as I panted, feeling wetness on my blindfold.
Finally, once I felt the high die down, I felt Alastor move once again, his body coming up and clutching my face as he dived down to kiss me.
I froze in surprise… was he… kissing me after he just did that? Before my brain could even process anything, his tongue was sweeping inside, making a mess of my head once again. My sense of reason was thrown out the window after that.
Who cared if it was dirty?
I realized that I didn't. Not anymore.
No, I felt a strange exhilaration.
My hands wrapped around his neck and I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
I wanted more. I wanted everything. I knew what was going to be coming next. Maybe I wasn't taught about this in detail. But I had attended classes in which sex was taught… though what Alastor had done was completely new.
Nor did I know what he had just rubbed down below that made me feel so good.
But if only one orgasm felt this good with him… then how would the main thing feel?
He finally pulled away. "How was it?" he whispered, a teasing lilt in his voice.
"Amazing…" I said, breathless.
"Wanna feel more amazing?" he asked, and I nodded fervently.
He chuckled. "Eager, are we?"
I froze… was it not—
"It's good. I want you to be even more eager," he said as I felt his hands trail down my body, his fingers rubbing around my wet slit before entering. First one, then the second, and finally the third before I couldn't take it anymore.
I shook my head. "Enough. Put it in… please…"
"Patience, darling… or it will hurt," he soothed as he bit down on my right nipple, making me gasp.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled out his fingers, making me clench around empty air. I felt so eager. I wanted more. More. More. Please, more.
Then I felt him shift again, moving away when I felt something blunt poke at my hole.
I stiffened, expecting him to thrust in immediately.
But he didn't.
No.
What he did was even more excruciating. He pushed in so agonizingly slow that it made me whimper, my toes curling from the stretch and the slow, growing pain.
But then his hands once again rubbed the bundle of nerves above, making me clench. "Shit… relax, you'll break it off at this rate," he hissed.
I froze, forcing myself to relax. Only my hands and arms were trembling. "Is it all in?" I asked when he pulled away slowly.
But then he exhaled. "Almost…" He trailed off, but I could hear a sort of hesitation in his tone.
Then he pushed back in, and I realized it was in fact not all in. No—he kept pushing.
My hands fisted the bedsheet. "H-how much more?"
"Almost there…" he exhaled and bent down, peppering kisses down my face as his hand grasped mine and intertwined our fingers.
Maybe it was because one of my senses were shut that all the other senses were heightened.
I felt wetness around my eyes, and maybe a tear slid down the side of my face then, because he wiped it, and I let out a shaky exhale.
It was as though a jolt of electricity shot inside me. "W-what—" Before I could even complete my sentence, he sighed, "Found it."
That's when he pulled out and slid back in, once again making me feel the same reaction. My legs crossed around his waist and I lost it then.
He grunted as he pulled out entirely, making me feel the intense stretch and then the jolt again and again. My brain buzzed as he practically pounded me into the mattress. The pain was almost all gone, unable to be felt with the amount of pleasure flooding inside me.
Right when I felt on the verge of another orgasm—
"Darling?" he huffed, sounding breathless as he paused.
"Huh?" I replied when his words registered. Why did he stop? I felt a pang of disappointment.
"Want me to keep going?" he asked, and I nodded frantically.
He chuckled. "Say please."
What?
But I was so beyond understanding that I just said it. "Please."
"Say, please fuck me."
I blushed, my lips trembling. Why… was he?
"You don't want to?" His voice held a teasing edge as he pulled out slowly, and I felt the urgent need to stop him. "P-please… please f-uck me," I said, feeling my mind heat up.
God, this was so embarrassing.
That was it, though. After that, he didn't stop. With a rough growl and a loud sigh—
"You… really… are perfect."