Alastor X Reader Novels & Stories

“Deeper. Harder. All of us.” We answered. The chamber walls shimmered as the four of us stepped fully into the physical plane once more. The air thickened instantly with shared arousal. Silas claimed Vespera first, lifting her and driving his massive cock into her soaked pussy in one commanding thrust. Draven moved behind her, slicking himself with her dripping arousal before pressing into her tight ass. She cried out, stretched gloriously between the two powerful alphas. Lorien fed her his cock, sliding deep into her throat while Sable straddled her face from above, grinding desperately.

Chris said sighing. Isabelle wanted to open her mouth to talk but a yawn creeped out instead. She blushed and closed her eyes to sleep. Chris's arm was under her head with his other arm on her waist. ================================= "So what should I do?" Isabelle asked awkwardly standing on the porch of Chris's house. "Nothing... Just stand there." Chris said smirking. Isabelle crossed her arm looking at him. He was going to show her or rather introduce her to his wolf whom he called, Xerxes.

It makes me uneasy. “Come in, reaper, do not lurk.” I walk in at her heavily accented words, pacing my steps with my hands wriggling in front of my belly. Master Xaulfur does not look like he is listening to the witch at all. He still has his chin on his hand, his eyes tightly closed and his jaws clenched. My eyes zoom in on the spread paper only to find symbols, irregular marks and crosses; things that I recognize to be part of a map. I had watched father read them a few times, so no doubt I know them so well.

asked Kyle. "Yeah, I was just reading this spell which involves the canine teeth and the live seamen of a healthy young Alpha Male werewolf," Both Kyle and I shuddered. "Don't even want to know what the spell is for," "Yeah me neither," I closed the book and put it back on the shelf. I moved down a little more and came upon the dictates of ancient priestess' of Selena. So basically prophecies. I figured why not, and grabbed the whole self and went to a table.

Pollux pushes Aster away, "What'd he even say?" "Hey pervert, if you don't shut up when I tell you to, I'm actually gonna eat you. A-and absolutely NOT in whatever sick way you were thinking." Aster stands up and swiftly walks away. Pollux sighs and extends an arm to Khai, "You good, man?" "Yep, all good. No doubt." He rotates his wrist and stretches his back, "Wow, she's very strong." "Did you really say that?" Pollux glares at him.

Sam mutters, turning sharply. “You know what?… I did it,” Logan boasts, his face bruised and his leg in a cast. “Note… maldemium… cora teistal,” he murmurs. As he speaks the last word, pain slices through my chest. My ears ring and the air grows heavy. “Estela, what’s wrong?!” Sam shouts, holding me. “The veil,” I whisper, sitting up. “The destined alpha…?” he mutters. “It was the piece… idiots… it’s done. Say hi to Laila,” Logan screams before disappearing.

It's so disgusting it makes me want to throw up. "Bitch, you're so damn hot..." Alfred whispers excitedly, slapping my ass. We don't even make it to the bedroom of the small apartment because that strange man throws me onto the floor and climbs on top of me, beginning to run his fingers between my buttocks and pressing against my entrance, something that frightens me. "I wonder if you let Nicolae Moonridge have this hole," the man whispers excitedly. "Wait, I don't like anal sex," I say uncomfortably, trying to grab his shoulders and push him away.

CHAPTER 121: The Ghost of Christmas Past.. Except it’s October and My Ex is a Werewolf Allison's POV “That absolute son of a bitch.” I whispered. Derek had always been a loser.. I knew that. You don’t marry a guy like that without realizing he’s got the backbone of an eclair. But this? Threatening Theo? My son? Our son? That crossed every line in the book then set the book on fire and pissed on the ashes! Derek was delusional. He was ragged, he smelled like a wet dog and he was clearly losing his mind. But a delusional man with claws and glowing yellow eyes is still a man who can do some serious damage.

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