All is Fair in Love and War (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 57

(A/n: smuuuuuuutty smutty smut. Idek why I put these warnings in I feel like if you made it this far in the book then you know it's coming 😂 however out of courtesy this is your regularly scheduled warning.)

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"You do realize one of us is gonna have to clean the bloodstains on the carpet when we're done, right?" You laughed softly, raking your nails up his back as he kissed down your chest and stomach.

"We'll argue over who has to do that later." He husked.

"Is that so?" You hummed, combing your fingers through his hair as he littered your body with hickeys and love bites. "Fuck..." you sighed as he nipped at your hip.

"Not exactly my top priority at the moment." He chuckled.

The fire you lit was roaring and crackling in the fireplace, Alastor even lit the candles in the room with a mere wave of his hand. Music was playing softly once again on the record player in the corner of the room, filling the room with even more ambiance as you both laid on the floor by the fire. For being in somewhat of a hurry to enjoy each other, you both certainly managed to set the mood where you were. After all, you were still celebrating your engagement; why not make it a little extra romantic? Well... As much as post-torture coitus can be, anyway.

"Tu es si belle mon amour..." ("You're so beautiful my love...") he whispered against your skin, trailing his hands up from your hips until they met your breasts, massaging and caressing them. "Et parfait..." ("And perfect...")

You felt heat rising to your face as Alastor inched his lips higher, kissing your stomach and up the center of your chest; adorably smushing his face between your breasts as he did so. "Is that French?" You asked, your body feeling unignorably warm from this desire coursing through you. How his voice -now gravelly with lust- sounded as he spoke only adding to how badly you craved him. Having taken several years of classes in school learning the language you picked up quite a bit so you were able to understand him.

He chuckled against you, lifting his head up only to kiss and occasionally lap up droplets of blood that had dripped down to your chest. Getting even more worked up as he felt your chest rise and fall beneath him from your sighs and whimpers.

"Oui. Je parle un peu." ("Yes. I speak a little.")

"That... is so hot." You chuckled softly, letting out a soft moan as you felt him start sucking on one of your nipples. Your hand that occupied his hair then tugged, prompting a grunt from him as he continued.

"Est-ce que je te fais te sentir bien ma chérie?" ("Do I make you feel good my darling?") he rasped, positioning himself between your legs but not yet entering. Instead feeling his hard on pressing against your inner thigh as his body lay flush against you.

"You make me feel amazing..." you whispered.

"Me veux-tu à l'intérieur de toi?" ("Do you want me inside you?") he husked, lifting his head up and looking at you. His eyes filled to the brim with lust as he nudged your legs open more with his knees. Your hands shifted downward and caressed his torso; feeling his abdomen flex from your feathery touch. You shifted your hips against him, a slight jolt of pleasant shock hitting you as you felt his dick lining up with you. Eliciting soft grunts and groans that barely broke the air, those little sounds that were for you and only you.

"Yes, please..."

"As you wish, sweetheart~" adjusting himself, he slid into you with ease; ripping a moan from you as he filled you perfectly and stretched you deliciously. Your head lulled back and your spine bowed beneath him, pushing your body closer to him as your back arched in pleasure. He spared no hesitation to use the opportunity to snake his arm around you and keep you close. Muffling the moans and mewls from both of you as he leaned in and kissed you feverishly.