Alastor Nsfw Romane & Geschichten

A chill raced down his spine. The soft sunlight slipped through a half-closed window, catching the cold gleam of the man they called Italy’s nightmare—Alastor Merikh Drystan. The Sovereign. The number one killer. Only thirty, yet feared like a god. At twelve, he was already drawn to business—and blood. Passion lived in both. Drenched in shadows, Drystan reclined on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled upward, but his eyes stayed fixed elsewhere—burning with calm, deadly intent.

He is sucking and gripping them at the same time. Alissa tries to stop wriggling but she can't, Aron goes lower to her abdomen, then she feels his hands on her lace underwear, he pulls them off. She gasps out loud when Aron's mouth land on her mound. He slowly pushes a finger in and she feels as if she is about to go crazy. He swirls his tongue, which causes her to put her hand on his head and push him further in between her thighs. When she is about to reach the end he puts something much bigger,

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

Tonight those eyes held something far more dangerous, it held possession. “Close the door, Lila,” he said quietly and I did, the soft click resounding like a gunshot. My heels clicked across the polished floor as I approached him. He didn’t speak at first. Instead, he tapped his phone, and the large screen on the wall lit up with the photos — enlarged, crystal clear, every detail of my bare ass and the stranger’s thick cock disappearing inside me visible in high definition. Heat flooded up my face and my nipples tightened painfully against my lace bra. Between my thighs, a treacherous slickness began to gather.

~ Anyssa's Pov ~ My bed felt wet, and I could feel hands crawling…latching onto my neck. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I tried to open my mouth to scream, but all that came out was a whispered cry. Suddenly, images flashed through my memories: blood…tears…me, crying. Dead bodies and swift flashes again. I moved my legs, trying as hard as I could to escape my own head. What the fuck was even happening to me?

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from her, “Quit it. I don't do hugs–” Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping around her waist. He was practically a koala–a six foot tall koala–as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her. She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, “Happy now?” Alastor simply hummed, nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest… and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

He fucked Allistair on every surface in the bathroom, making a mess out of him. All Allistair can do is to bear the impact of this demonic copulation and his wolf howling and whimpering in his mind, meeting Lucifer’s thrust. Reaching their peak, Allistair moaned and squirted while Lucifer was filling his ass to his stomach with his warm cum filling him to the brim. Allistair’s eyes rolled back from the pleasure, his mouth opening, tounge peeking out.

CELESTINE RAIN ALCAZAR’S Point Of View I CAN’T stop growling and moaning the whole time. The way he makes me scream is delusional, and it seems that my body likes it very well. I can seem to pound a lot. My heart is racing over my chest. I can feel how my body is boiling and wanted to explode from what he is doing and the thing he is holding. It looks like a wand or a small microphone that is smaller than Bellevera’s pet. I know what it was—the vibrator. Brent used to use it on me before, but it’s not as intense now as if I have nothing else to do but moan or shout when I can’t growl anymore.