You were sitting in front of him, your big eyes still locked on him, taken aback by what you've just heard. "No way!" you said, his ears already pressed against his head as he watched you with a slightly annoyed expression.
"No, my dear... I told you I've never done this before..." His gaze slid back to the book as if hoping to return to normalcy.
"Not even... once?"
A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he resigned himself, laying the book on the table with deliberate care, his fingers lingering as if clinging to the last remnants of control. "Back in my day... Women weren't really eager to do such obscene acts, no."
Your gaze dropped to his crotch, a smirk curling on your lips. "You'd like to try it...?"
His eyes twitched slightly at your words. You knew he'd had sex before he died, maybe only two or three times in total, but it took him a while to admit what actually happened. Despite your assumption that he'd been involved in something kinky or sadistic, it turned out to be just missionary. Then, for a moment, you reminded yourself that this was Alastor, so it wasn't really surprising after all.
He cleared his throat, crossing his legs as a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. "I was in the middle of something, my dear..." he said, tapping his claw on the book next to him.
You rolled your eyes at his response. "Oh, come on. You don't have to do anything! It's even kinkier if you continue reading that book." you suggested, your smirk growing wider.
He sighed. "Perhaps you should spend less time with our effeminate fellow..."
"Pff! It's not like someone bit your dick before so now you're all traumatised! Maybe you'll like it!"
He quickly grabbed your chin, his grip firm, sending a shiver down your spine. "Is that any way for a lady to speak, my love?" his voice was low, threatening even, as his finger softly brushed against your lips. A little warning that maybe you should stop and give up... but you wouldn't just do that, right?
"No, Alastor... It fucking isn't..." you teased, bringing his finger to your mouth and sucking on it. His other hand grabbed your hair, slightly pulling it. Your smirk faded when his antlers started to grow, your ears pressed against your head.
"What is it, my little doe?" he asked mockingly, seeing the fear on your face. "Where did all your boldness disappear, hmm? I suggest you shut that mouth of yours when I tell you to."
You looked up at him, and despite feeling so vulnerable right now... You couldn't just back down so easily. You wanted to see him all riled up.
"Make me."
Your eyes widened as his hand quickly unzipped his pants, allowing his dick to spring free. It twitched a bit, precum slowly coming out, as he gave it a few pumps, aligning it to your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened as he lifted your head slightly, lowering himself. "If you want to suck my cock so bad, then fine! At least that's gonna shut that dirty mouth of yours!"
You wanted to protest, but before you could, he shoved his length down your throat, a guttural moan escaping his mouth at the sudden sensation. Through teary eyes, you looked up at him, a flutter sent through your core when you saw his face. After all, you did tell him it would feel good.
He leaned back in his chair, moving your head on his length as you tried to take as much as you could, his hand practically forcing you to do so anyway. You dug your nails into his thighs, gagging on his cock with every movement of your head.
A part of him hated the fact that he didn't hate this as much as he thought he would. In fact, looking down at you while you were in such a position... He could get used to it.
"Mm... What's the matter, darling? aH fUck~ Where's that.... filthy mouth of yours, mm?" He stopped you from moving, half of his length still shoved down your throat, as your eyes met his. He had a cocky grin on his face, and if you weren't soaking wet right now, you sure would've complained about how big of a dick he was. "What's wrong?" he asked, chuckling a bit. "Has the cat got your tongue?"
You flipped him off, the idea of actually giving him a reason to hate oral sounding really tempting right now. He gently flicked your cheek, humming a bit in amusement. "Will you be a good girl from now?" he asked and you nodded, desperate to have your way with him. "Good." Alastor let go of his grip, his hand gently resting on your head, tangling itself in your hair. He leaned back with a soft creak of the chair, the pages of his book rustling gently as he flipped through them. "Go on, dear."
Without hesitation, you gripped the base of his cock, your fingers tracing the firm outline of his length, as you sucked him off. You couldn't see his face because of the book, but you damn well knew that reading was the last he could focus on at that moment.
Slowly, as his breaths became short and heavy, he started moving your head faster, slightly bucking his hips into your mouth. His claws dig into the book, trying his best not to let out any sounds, but every time he failed, you felt yourself dripping more and more.
The idea of making Alastor feel so good and even make such noises was divine.
Moving your hand quicker on his length as his hand begged you to suck him harder, faster, you felt his cock twitch. Without warning, he pushed you down on him so far, that your eyes widened and tears flooded them as you tried to take him. White strings of cum filled your mouth, as his soft, low moans sent shivers down your spine.
He pulled your head back, a string of saliva still connecting you to his dick. His thumb traced the curve of your lips as he leaned down. "You have my... My apologies, my dear." he softly smiled, in between heavy breaths. "It did feel... pleasurable, indeed."
You chuckled as you ran your fingers on his legs. "Well... I know something that feels even better..." you teased, slowly climbing into his lap. But before you could, he pressed his finger on your chest, stopping you in your tracks.
"No, no, my dear... After the way you spoke to me, do you really think you deserve more?"
You pouted the need to feel him inside of you growing with every second. "But-"
He placed a finger over your lips, shutting you up instantly. "Tut-tut, my dear. You were acting like a very spoiled little brat just now, weren't you?" He looked into your eyes, a slight smirk on his face. "And spoiled brats don't get what they want."
"Please?" you said, moving your hand on his dick which was already semi-hard again.
His hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from touching him further. "Now what did I just say, my love?"
"Can we at least do it after you read your book?" you pleaded. "I really need you, Al..."
He sighed, the pressure of his grip eased, his fingers warm against your skin, leaving a faint tingle in their wake. "Alright... But you have to sit here until I finish."
You nodded playfully, but just when you wanted to go grab another chair, he pulled you into his lap. "Alastor?!" you gasped in surprise, not expecting the sudden move.
He quickly pulled your panties aside, his tip slowly entering you, the stretch making you see stars. "I think I was clear enough... when I said I want you to sit here..."
A low moan escaped your lips, blending with his guttural groan, the sound thickening the air between you, your walls clenching hardly around him. His fingers curled possessively around your waist, stopping you from moving. "Alastor, please~"
"You said after I finish," he said as he reached for the book again, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Don't make me change my mind, love."
