Black Wedding | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

Loving A Demon

I couldn't stop thinking about my kiss with Alastor. I had only kissed one other boy before, Peter Norman in the third grade. And that was only a kiss on the cheek. As I laid in bed in my new silk pajamas, I replayed it over and over in my head. 

Then sitting up, I listened intently. I could hear him moving downstairs. Slipping out of bed, I padded to the stairs and looked down below. Alastor was pacing back and forth along the hallway, lost in thought. A floor board creaked as I started down the stairs, causing him to stop and turn to me. 

"(Y/N)," He said, surprised, "I thought you were asleep." I stopped at the bottom of the stairs. 

"I couldn't sleep." I explained. We stood there for a moment before he moved over to me. Standing just inches from me, he reached out and took my hand. I wound my fingers through his, my thoughts going back to our kiss. 

Sensing what I was thinking, he leaned in and softly brushed his lips across mine. He tasted like whiskey and mint. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Feeling his body press against the length of mine sent tingles up and down my spine. 

Then Alastor picked me up bridal style and carried me up the stairs and down the hallway to a room I hadn't been in before. The polished wood floors were covered in deep crimson rugs and the furniture was beautiful dark oak. The main focus point was the large, ornate four poster bed. 

Alastor laid me gently onto the bed and looked down at me, "This is your choice, (Y/N). You decide how far this goes." I played with the end of his tie, thinking for a moment, before using the tie to pull him down on top of me. Smiling, he kissed me hard, one hand winding itself through my hair and wrapping the other around my waist. His tongue ran along my bottom lip then delved into my mouth. 

I moaned when he broke off the kiss, staring into my eyes. I leaned up and kissed him again, then along his jaw line. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, and I felt something clench in my core. My hands undid the buttons on his jacket and he slipped out of it. Piece by piece, our clothes fell to the floor until we were skin to skin. 

Alastor's cock pressed against my slick entrance, pushing until he was completely sheathed inside me. I gasped, feeling stretched and and completely full. He waited a moment, giving me time to adjust before he pulled halfway out and slowly pushing back in. I moaned, a knot beginning to tangle in my core. 

Alastor kept a slow pace, kissing my lips and my neck until the knot inside me was at it's snapping point. Almost as if he knew what I needed, he picked up speed. I screamed out his name, my nails clawing down his back. It was like a primal animal instinct had taken over the both of us. I felt the knot in my core snap and a tidal wave of pleasure swept over me. I clenched down on his cock, crying out. With one final push, Alastor found his own release, groaning into my neck. 

Shaking, I came back to my surroundings. Alastor was breathing heavily on top of me, his cock still inside me. I could feel our juices on my thighs and smell the sex in the air. Propping himself on his elbows, Alastor looked down at me, his red gaze filled with unusual softness. 

"How do you feel?" He asked, slowly pulling out, and lying down next to me. He took me into his arms and I laid my head on his chest, feeling empty where his cock had been before. 

"Tired." I yawned, snuggling close to him. Alastor chuckled and kissed the top of my head. We laid there for a long moment, enjoying the quiet and peacefulness of the big house. 

"You know," I finally said, "When I imagined loosing my virginity, I never thought I would loose it to a demon."