Old No.7 | An Alastor x Reader Story

Fire

Alastor growled, pulling me into a demanding kiss. I responded with a moan, wrapping my legs around his hips in an attempt to pull him closer. Our fingers worked at the clothing between us, stripping away the barriers so we could reach skin. 

Alastor had awoken something in me that had been sleeping for far too long. Each brush of skin against skin was electric, stirring desire within my soul like a churning sea. Time, business...everything, just melted away like snow on a spring day. 

I gasped as I felt Alastor enter me, his cock sliding inside me in one swift thrust of his hips. It had been so long since I had sex that he felt impossibly big. He stretched my inner walls, filling me completely. 

Slowly, he pulled halfway out before sheathing himself inside me once more. I couldn't help but moan his name, my head tilting back as a shiver of pleasure ran down my spine. With a low, primal growl, Alastor repeated the motion again and again. 

Each time he sheathed himself in me, he hit a sweet spot that stoked a fire inside my very core. And as his thrusts became quicker and harder, the fire inside me burned hotter and higher. I clung to him, letting the fire consume me whole. 

My orgasm slammed into me, my back arching off the desk as I screamed his name. Through the haze, I could hear Alastor groan, his thrust becoming even faster. Still wrapped up in my own shroud of pleasure, I let him consume me. Alastor's body tensed, shuddering as he found his own release, gripping me to him like a drowning man to a life preserver. 

It felt like an eternity before I finally came back to my senses. My body was entwined with Alastor's, the heady smell of sweat and sex filling my nose. Heart pounding, I looked up at the ceiling, wondering where we could possibly go from here.