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When Alastor’s broadcast ended, Rosie wasn’t entirely sure how to feel. He had just confessed to knowing the biggest secret she had hidden from him in the entirety of their friendship. Not only that, but apparently he was coming over so they could act on the desires that had been going unfulfilled for decades. Everything was happening so quickly and while this was what she had always wanted, a part of her hoped that Alastor didn’t show up on her doorstep and simply forgot all about her secret longing because while she did feel guilty at times for getting off to the sound of his voice, it didn’t fill her with the same anxiety that the realization that he had known about her activities, for who knew how long, did. At least if Alastor didn’t show up, they could go on pretending as though everything was normal between them despite it, very clearly, not being.
However, Rosie didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. It was hard enough getting into contact with Alastor and she doubted he would listen to what she had to say. That was if she could think of anything to say. Alastor had always been stubborn. When he wanted something, he went after it, and it seemed this time, what he wanted, was her.
It wasn’t twenty minutes after Alastor’s most recent radio broadcast that she heard the sound of her doorbell ringing. She knew immediately that it was him. Nobody else would show up at her door so late at night unless it were an emergency, and even so, if it were, they wouldn’t run the doorbell. They’d be frantically knocking on her door. Seeing as that wasn’t the case and the person outside was waiting patiently, she knew it could only be him.
Rosie got up and off the plush, pink chair she had been seated on since Alastor’s broadcast began and made her way over to the door, feeling a surge of embarrassment and shame flood her senses. When she arrived at the wooden door, which was painted pink and matched the decor of her home, she unlocked it and turned the golden doorknob. Pulling it open, it revealed just who she thought would be there, Alastor, standing there looking as prim and proper as ever. He even had the same, polite smile gracing his lips that he never went without. He didn’t look nervous or shy and Rosie couldn’t help but wonder whether it truly was just her. Was she the only one of them feeling anxiety about the whole situation?
To Rosie, the answer appeared to be yes, as she had seen the many faces of the man standing before her over the years, many of which she was certain he’d prefer wiped from her memory completely. This was Alastor, normal, unaffected Alastor, and she felt a tad jealous at his ability to hold himself together so well at this moment. Whatever this was between them and the secret of what she had been doing behind closed doors could both easily shatter their relationship beyond repair, and yet, he remained unchanged.
Rosie, unsure of what to say and even more unsure of what to do, stood there in the doorway, silent and still. Inside, she panicked as worry, embarrassment, and hesitancy flowed through her veins. She had never been in a situation like this before. Despite her numerous ex-husbands and her myriad of flings, not a single one of them had been someone she had cared about as deeply as Alastor. Alastor was her closest friend, someone she often trusted more than herself, and she didn’t want to ruin what they had merely because he was able to get her hot and bothered every once in a while. It wasn’t worth it. That was the decision she had made a long time ago, and it was one she stuck by now. However, just as she was about to tell him as such, he suddenly cupped either side of her face with his hands and kissed her like a man starved.
Alastor’s kiss caught Rosie by surprise and took her breath away. She could feel her heart pounding rapidly in her chest as she tried to come to terms with the fact that he was kissing her. It had been something she had imagined so many times in the past and dreamt about just as much. Nevertheless, it wasn’t something she ever thought would actually happen, no matter how much she craved the press of his lips against hers. It wasn’t something friends did, although, she supposed, neither was masturbating to the sound of their voice.
Despite Rosie’s initial reluctance, she wasn’t able to stop herself from melting into the kiss. It wasn’t a deep kiss. There was no tongue involved at all, and yet it was one of the most passionate kisses she had ever had the pleasure of being a part of. She knew Alastor was inexperienced but luckily, he seemed more than willing to let instinct guide him, and, for what it was worth, his instincts were doing a very good job.
Rosie kissed Alastor back with as much passion and fervor as he showed her. This may be the beginning of the end of their friendship but she tried not to think of it that way. No, instead, it could very well be the start of something new, something greater. What that was, she wasn’t quite sure yet, but if Alastor were willing to dive into the deep end, then she’d follow right behind. She couldn’t complain. After all, wasn’t this what she had wanted all along? She had fantasized night after night about what it would be like if he were to desire her the same way she longed for him and now, she was going to learn, one step at a time.
It was Alastor who parted from the kiss first and while Rosie would’ve been more than happy to kiss him all night long, they both knew that wasn’t why he had come over in the first place. He had visited her for far more scandalous reasons and who was she to deny him what he wanted? Especially because she craved the same exact thing. She may have usually been one to put the needs of others first and deny herself what she desired all the while hiding said desires behind a mask of compassion but not this time. She wanted Alastor and if he wanted her too, she wasn’t going to wait a second more to give them what they both craved.
So without another word, Rosie raised one of her hands to her face, where Alastor’s hands still lay, and grabbed it in her own. His hands fell from her face as she swiftly turned around but, even so, she never let go of his hand clasped in her smaller, daintier one. She gave him only a few spare moments to close and lock her front door before beginning the journey to where they both wanted to go. Taking one step after another, she led him to her bedroom, their shoes tapping against the hardwood floor all the way there. It was the only sound between them until they reached her bedroom door.
Rosie swung open the light pink, wooden door, revealing a room that was fairly large but no less cozy as it would’ve been had it been smaller. It was adorned in pink decor from the ceiling to the floor. Everything was pink from the sparkly, translucent curtains to the fuzzy rug that spanned the majority of the room to her bedsheets. She understood that perhaps it was going a little overboard, but this was her own, personal space. It was rare that anyone else saw it and as such, if decorating her private chambers in this way was what made her happy, she wasn’t going to hold back. The same thing applied to her relationship with Alastor. These desires, these cravings may not be what people expect from her, but he made her happy, and she’d be damned if she was going to let anyone else’s expectations get in the way of finally having what she wanted. This may be a dangerous road to go down but if he was willing to do this, then so was she.
When Rosie moved to turn around and face Alastor once more, he surprised her by separating himself from her. She watched, in confusion, as he walked closer to the bed before sitting down on it, his back to the intricate headboard and his legs spread. She had little idea what he was doing, so, for the first time since he showed up at her doorstep, she spoke up.
“What are you doing, my dear?” Rosie asked, her voice filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.
Alastor raised his head to look at her before quickly looking away, his face flushed a deep shade of pink. He shifted his body weight as if trying to find a comfortable position but she understood it as a nervous habit. It was rare for her to see this side of him, embarrassed and shy, but she found it adorable every time. She was grateful to know she wasn’t the only one feeling anxiety about the whole situation. This was uncharted territory for them and while neither of them might have known where to go from here, they would figure it out together.
Alastor ran his clawed hand over the bedsheets that were neatly tucked in as he answered her query. “I…” Alastor tried, unable to get the words out. Rosie stepped a little closer to where he was sitting as she watched him take a slow, deep breath. “I’ll just be honest, darling, I don’t know what I’m doing… but I’ve thought about this many times since I first learned about your… habits and while it may not be the typical way to go about this kind of encounter, there’s something I’ve always imagined doing.”
For the first time since he began speaking, Alastor looked up at her. She could see the hesitancy and worry in his eyes. It made her want to do nothing more than climb into bed beside him, wrap her arms around his body, and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but, she waited. She knew he had more to tell her and so, she’d let him say his piece.
“I realize I’m not as experienced as your former lovers but I promise, I’ll make this worth your while. You merely have to trust me. Can you do that?”
Rosie took a few steps forward until her thighs hit the edge of the bed. She slowly brought her hand to Alastor’s cheek and placed it there just as he had done mere minutes ago. Giving him time to pull away if he so wished, she closed the distance between them, kissing him yet again. The kiss didn’t last very long, only a couple of seconds at most, but when she pulled away, she didn’t go very far. She rested her forehead against his gently, their breaths intermingling.
“Of course, I trust you, Alastor, more than anyone else in the seven circles. Now why don’t you tell me how you want me? Whatever it is, I’m willing to play along because even if it isn’t good, which I doubt, I’ll enjoy it. After all, it’s you I’m doing it with, dearest,” Rosie said, her voice no more than a whisper. She hoped to put Alastor at ease because while she was feeling much the same nervousness, this could be so much more fun if they both learned to relax.
A smooth, leisurely smile spread across Alastor’s lips as he listened to what she had to say and it seemed as though they were on the same page about not only the emotions they were experiencing but the fact that this was even what they wanted. She understood that this was the reason he had come over on this night but despite that, if he were to tell her that he no longer wished to do this, she would back off immediately and she was sure he felt the same way.
However, Rosie didn’t think that would come to pass as not only did they both desire one another but in all of Hell, they trusted each other more than anyone else. Whatever came to pass they could worry about later, for now, they didn’t need to think of anything else besides this moment. This was supposed to be comfortable and fun and so long as they were able to enjoy this experience, there was little need to worry about the future and what this meant for them.
Alastor looked down at himself as he leaned back slightly before glancing back up at Rosie. The movement wasn’t filled with shyness or hesitation as he had been so clearly feeling only moments ago but it was more confident and effortless.
“I’d like you to sit between my legs with your back to my chest, if at all possible,” Alastor answered and she wasn’t going to deny him, not when he seemed to know exactly what he wanted.
While Rosie may not have understood what Alastor had planned for her, she trusted him to give her an experience like nothing she had known before. Whether he was good at what he had planned or not hardly mattered, they’d figure things out together. So with those thoughts in mind, she did just as she was told and climbed into bed, positioning herself between Alastor’s legs and resting her back against the hard planes of his chest. It was nice and felt more intimate than the many hugs she had given him over the years despite not being any closer physically.
Rosie understood why she felt that way as it wasn’t simply the press of their bodies against one another that made her feel connected to him at this moment. Their feeling were finally on the same page, they both desired the same thing from one another, and she was no longer hiding any secrets from him. He knew every dark recess of her heart and she knew him. There may still be things they have yet to discover about each other even after nearly a century of friendship, but in time, those things would also come to light. It wasn’t merely the physical closeness that made this encounter feel intimate but the emotional bond they shared as well.
A small smirk formed along Rosie’s lips as she turned her head to look over her shoulder and into Alastor’s eyes.
“So, what do you have planned for me, my dear?” Rosie asked, her voice soft but containing an underlying lilt of seduction.
“Well, I did tell you already, did I not, that I wouldn’t be content with watching you? That I would want to join in? That’s what I plan on doing, darling. I want to touch you. I want to feel you all the while I’m going to see just how you fall apart for me. Knowing you, it’s going to be beautiful,” Alastor responded, his voice low, rough, and filled with a desire Rosie had never heard before from him.
The way Alastor spoke to her sent a shiver up her spine and made her feel as though she was the center of the universe. However, she was quick to notice something, not necessarily wrong, but, at the very least, odd with what he hoped to do with her.
“Dearest, as much as I enjoy the sound of that, it doesn’t seem as though you’re all too concerned with your own pleasure.”
A quiet chuckle bubbled up from the back of Alastor’s throat, reverberating through his chest, and sending vibrations through her back.
“I never planned on gaining any physical pleasure from this experience, beloved. I am and have always been, much more interested in watching you squirm and listening to you moan because of me, because of the way I am able to make you feel. As much as I would love to have you touch me back, that is secondary, and something we can do later. For now, I want nothing more than to see this side of you for myself.”
Rosie hesitated for a couple of seconds as she considered what Alastor had told her. She had plenty of lovers over the years, but never had she had someone who cared more about the way she felt and her pleasure than chasing their own. There were many nights where she had been left unsatisfied because the person she was with was only concerned with getting themselves off, rather than creating an enjoyable experience for both of them. If she had known that the man she was closest with was the one who would act the most selfless, she would have come onto him a long time ago.
“If you’re really okay with that, Alastor. I’d never want to make you feel as though you had to go without purely for my sake. I’m more than happy to make this a more mutually pleasurable experience,” Rosie replied, her voice taking on a more alluring note at the end.
Alastor shook his head minutely from side to side, his dichromatic hair swishing slightly as he did so. “Please don’t worry about me, Rosie. I know what I want but you’ll be the first to know if I ever change my mind.”
A soft smile graced Rosie’s face and her eyes sparkled with adoration for her best friend. She may not know what will happen from here on out or where this will lead them but there was one thing that would never change even if everything else did, and that was the fondness she held in her heart for him.
“So long as you’re sure.”
Leaning forward, Alastor placed a gentle kiss along her cheek before pulling back and looking at her with the same devotion she felt for him.
“I am,” Alastor concluded, his voice incredibly soft and comforting like a warm blanket that Rosie let herself be wrapped up in.
The way Alastor was gazing into her eyes and the small smile he presented her with caused her heart to flutter in her chest. Without another word, he placed his hands on her hips and gently began to rub tiny circles into her skin. Rosie let out a quiet sigh and relaxed against his form, focusing on his touch and the way he made her feel. His hands slowly trailed their way up her body, running along every inch of her. He trailed his hands along her back, her stomach, and her shoulders, taking his time with each and every part of her body.
A low moan slipped out of Rosie’s mouth as he massaged her shoulders. This may have been far from what she imagined when she thought of Alastor coming over to engage in their mutual desires for one another finally but she wasn’t going to complain. She enjoyed the slow build-up and while it wasn’t always feasible, she liked taking her time when it came to her sexual encounters. That way, she could explore her partner’s body, map out every inch of it, and learn what made them tick, just as Alastor was doing to her at this very moment.
Rosie leaned into Alastor’s soft yet firm touches, appreciating all of them. He could feel the sharpness of his claws through her dress and the way they scraped against her skin, causing goosebumps to form. She could feel the soft press of his fingers into her flesh as he relaxed and caressed her body. This was already so much better than she ever could’ve imagined and he had yet to touch her anywhere that truly mattered.
After exploring her body with his skilled fingers, his hands came to rest on her breasts, cupping and massaging them just as he had done with many other parts of her body. She arched her back into his touch as her nipples pebbled against the palms of his hands through the fabric of her dress. A quiet, needy whine slipped past her lips, a sound she hadn’t intended to make but one she couldn’t control. Alastor laughed lowly, the sound sending a shiver through her entire body. His lips were so close to her ear, practically brushing against it. She could feel the way his breath caressed the side of her face and neck as he spoke once more, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Are you enjoying that, my dear?” Alastor asked, his tone dripping with amusement.
Rosie could only nod her head bashfully in response to his question. She still felt the same shyness and embarrassment as she did when Alastor showed up on her doorstep but now it was for an entirely different reason. It was no longer because of him having discovered a secret she thought she had hidden fairly well but rather because she never thought she’d show this side to him. She had truly believed her desires would go unanswered and unfulfilled because she hadn’t been willing to sacrifice what they had for what they could have if they were willing to take this plunge.
Alastor continued with his slow ministrations, his touch gentle but no less maddening. She could feel heat beginning to pool in her lower stomach and a part of her mind screamed at her to demand him touch her for real, not only through her many layers of clothing. Rosie pressed her thighs together, trying to relieve a bit of the pressure that was already building inside her.
“Keep your legs splayed open for me, darling. I promise that I’ll give you what you need, just be patient for a little while longer, alright?”
Tilting her head back so she could look Alastor in the eyes, Rosie replied, her voice filled with the same desire that coursed through her veins. Her eyes were pleading and she was sure she looked as desperate as she felt but she didn’t care. She wanted him, needed him to touch her. At that moment, she didn’t think about anything aside from what her body craved and the feeling of his hands on her.
“Alastor, please,” Rosie mewled as she shifted her hips from side to side, trying to get any amount of stimulation she could. She wouldn’t touch herself. She’d let Alastor control the pace but that didn’t mean she didn’t crave more.
Alastor leaned down and placed a chaste kiss along the curve of her neck but even that touch was through the feathery neckpiece she always wore. She internally cursed herself for wearing so many layers. Now that this kind of thing was a possibility between them, she may have to ponder what she could go without. She could typically wait for her lovers to undress her piece by piece. It gave her a little more touch, a bit more of their attention that wasn’t solely focused on getting themselves off. However, with Alastor as selfless a partner as he seemed to be, she didn’t need it. If anything, her many layers, which had once been an advantage were only a hindrance at present.
“I know, my beautiful, vibrant petal, I know. I’ll give you everything you want and more, I swear it. You need only put up with my explorations for a little while longer. You can’t blame me for wanting to explore the body of the stunning woman I’ve lusted after for years. I want to know your body, my love. I want to see your every reaction, hear your every breathless noise of pleasure. I want it all,” Alastor declared softly, never stopping the teasing attentions his hands were treating her body to, not even for a second.
Rosie nodded her head once more and let her legs fall open. As impatient as she felt, knowing that he didn’t plan on toying with her body all night long only to never give her what she wanted was a relief. She was so used to not getting what her body so desperately craved but she understood Alastor wasn’t like anyone else she had ever met. He was different. He truly cared about her and her needs. That alone was more than enough for her to trust him. She’d go along with his plans because she realized that whatever it was he had in mind, it would be an experience unlike anything she had known before.
Almost as if rewarding her for her obedience, Alastor’s hands leisurely trailed down her stomach, causing her muscles to flutter. For one, long moment, Rosie believed that he was merely teasing her and he had no plans of actually touching her where she needed him most. That was until his hands traveled even lower, eventually finding their home on her inner thighs. He grasped the fabric of her long skirt and began to bunch it up, slowly revealing inch after inch of her long, pale legs.
When the majority of her skirt was gathered around her thighs, Rosie lifted her hips off the bed, allowing Alastor to pull her dress even higher. He didn’t remove it completely, instead letting it wrap around her waist and fall as the fabric pleased. Alastor didn’t seem all too concerned about taking off her clothes. Rather, so long as he had access to every part of her body he wanted to touch, he was content to put up with the minor inconvenience that was her elaborate getup. She most certainly wasn’t going to complain about that, not when she was already getting slightly impatient and each passing moment only served to make her even more so.
Rosie was wearing a simple pair of plain, white, cotton panties. She wished she had the foresight to plan better and wear something a little sexier but it took her forever to get dressed in the mornings as it were. Taking off her dress and everything that came along with it only to switch over to something that accentuated her features better hardly seemed worth it, especially as she knew she wouldn’t be wearing it long anyway. If it were anyone else, she might have gone through the trouble but she didn’t feel the need to be anything other than herself with Alastor.
Alastor placed his hands along her thighs once more, this time, touching her bare skin directly. His warmth seeped into her body from those small points of contact, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He massaged her thighs, slowly trailing them upward to where she needed him most. The heat in her core was blazing now and she didn’t think she could wait another moment for relief if she tried. Soft whimpers and needy whines sounded at the back of her throat as he moved his hands ever higher.
When Alastor’s hands finally found the spot where her legs and hips met, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Rosie lifted her hips once more to help him remove them and pulled her legs out of them, needing them off. It only took a few seconds for them to remove her underwear together but to her, every movement felt as though it was taking forever. Alastor knew how to drive her insane and that was exactly what he was doing at this very moment.
Rosie let her legs fall open, revealing her wet pussy to the open air. The pink, fleshy folds of her cunt weren’t the same pinkish color as it had been when she was alive. Rather, they were a slightly darker grey than her skin tone. When she first died, it was interesting learning everything new about her body but to this day, she was sure she didn’t know it all. There was only so much she could see, so much she could learn about herself and she wanted to learn just as much about the body of the man sitting behind her. She hoped to someday explore his body in the same way he was learning about hers. She wanted to know everything about him and while she already understood quite a bit about his anatomy, this new development in their relationship gave her so many new opportunities to learn.
As Alastor ran his hands up her legs, Rosie believed that he was finally going to touch her the way she was so desperate for him to. However, as his hands trailed even higher, she began to grow confused. He moved his hands from her legs to her stomach, and back to her breasts, completely skirting around her needy pussy. Looking behind her shoulder in a hurry, she saw Alastor looking back at her, his face completely relaxed save for his typical smile.
“Aren’t you going to touch me?” Rosie asked, puzzlement and desire lacing her tone.
Alastor cocked his head a little to the side as he responded with a question of his own. “Whatever do you mean, dearest? I am touching you.”
As if to illustrate his point, Alastor squeezed her breasts in his hands enough to draw her attention there but not enough to accidentally hurt her. Rosie glanced from where his hands were resting on her chest before looking back at his face. She watched as his smile widened slightly and at that moment she knew he was teasing her.
“You know what I mean, Alastor,” Rosie said, her words leaving little room for argument.
“That I do,” Alastor said with a gentle smile and a nod of his head.
Rosie let out a soft huff in exasperation. As much as she adored Alastor, he could get on her nerves at times. She tried to remain as patient as possible but when her body was screaming at her for release, it was difficult to remain as calm and composed as she usually was.
“Well then, if you’re not planning on touching me, I can always do it myself,” Rosie said before bringing her hand between her legs.
When her fingers were mere inches away from her wet heat, Alastor suddenly grabbed her wrist with a firm grip. Rosie tried to pull her hand away but he wouldn’t let her.
“Alastor, let me go,” Rosie demanded although it came out as more of a request, one he could choose to accept or deny at his will.
“No.”
“Why not?” Rosie asked, her voice a lot whinier and needier than she would’ve liked.
“Because, my dear, while I may not plan on touching you with my hands, that doesn’t mean I won’t still give you what you want. I am a man of my word, after all.”
Rosie’s brows furrowed in confusion at Alastor’s words. She wanted to ask him what he meant because she didn’t understand a lick of it. How would he touch her from his position behind her if not with his hands? Just as she was about to ask the question plaguing her mind, she felt something wet slide across her cheek. When she turned her head to the side, she saw one of his tentacles standing there, proud and tall. She slowly blinked at it a couple of times as the realization of what Alastor had planned for her dawned in her mind. When she finally understood what he was going to do with the shadowy tendril, a bright blush formed across her cheeks.
“Oh! I… oh!” Rosie exclaimed, unsure of what else to say as she looked at the tentacle from tip to where she could see it disappearing behind Alastor’s back.
“Now do you understand, my gorgeous flower? I did tell you that you’d need to trust me on this. I may not be like anyone else you’ve done this with before but I promise to give you an experience better than they ever could.”
Rosie didn’t want to confess to Alastor that this was already above and beyond what her previous partners had done for her. She didn’t want to detail the nights she spent as a warm body used for someone else’s pleasure or how after they went to sleep she was left frustrated and wanting. She most certainly didn’t want to describe how she would then quietly get herself off all the while thinking of a certain red-haired deer.
While Alastor may have known about her little habit and the love she had for his voice, she didn’t believe he had caught onto everything just yet. He didn’t know how long she had lusted after him or the number of times she fantasized about him, dreamt about him, and it was too much to confess to at the moment. Later, when they were both fully satisfied, she could think about telling him how much she had always craved having him in this way. She only hoped she didn’t overwhelm him too much with that information.
So, instead of telling Alastor any of the number of things running through her mind at that very moment, she gently lifted her free hand to cup the side of his face and kissed his other cheek. When she parted, she looked at him with complete and utter affection.
“You have quite big shoes to fill, sweetheart. Think you’re up for the challenge?” Rosie teased lightly.
Her words caused a soft growl to emanate deep within Alastor’s chest and without a word, he leaned forward and roughly captured her lips with his own. His kiss was fierce as if he was trying to stake his claim on her and brand her as his. The intensity with which he kissed her was enough to make her feel a little dizzy. She kissed him back mindlessly, her body acting on instinct. As much as she loved the tender, chaste kisses they had been giving one another previously, there was something so much different about a kiss like this. It was heady and forced her to pay attention to him and him alone. Nothing else was on her mind, not the need between her legs, not the tentacle he had produced to help take care of her, not the way he continued to play with her breasts as he kissed her, only the press of his lips against hers.
That was when Rosie suddenly felt Alastor’s tentacle slide between her legs and stroke her cunt in one, swift flick. A stuttering moan fell from Rosie’s lips, the sound muffled against Alastor’s own. Her legs wrapped around the tendril, practically squeezing it with her thighs as he laughed darkly against her mouth, clearly amused by her reaction. Slowly, she relaxed the muscles of her thighs as she let her legs fall open yet again, giving Alastor ample room to do as he pleased with her.
Alastor, seemingly having understood Rosie’s act of submission, flicked the tentacle along her needy cunt once more, causing her to let out a similar, pleasure-filled moan as the first time. It felt amazing to finally have him touch her after how worked up he had gotten her because of his teasing caresses and kisses. However, she knew she’d never be satisfied with this alone. She needed him to touch her more, to have his tendril deep inside her. She wanted to feel the way it stretched her out and filled her up better than any man she had been with before.
When Alastor extracted himself from their kiss, Rosie let out a quiet, disappointed whine in response. It wasn’t a sound she had made intentionally and if it weren’t for how far gone she already was, it was one she would’ve been embarrassed to have made. Leaning his head down, Alastor began to kiss and nip his way along her jaw, slowly making his way closer to her ear.
“Trust me, honey, I’m more than prepared to take on any challenge,” Alastor whispered into her ear, the sound of his voice sending shivers down Rosie’s spine.
Rosie spread her legs a little wider in response as if daring him to touch her, please her in a way nobody had ever done before. She knew Alastor wouldn’t back down from this challenge he had issued himself and she was more than ready to see where it took them.
“Then do your worst, darling. It’s rude to leave a woman waiting,” Rosie replied, her words more of a dare than anything else. She couldn’t wait to see how far he pushed this and the heights of pleasure he was able to bring her to.
Alastor, who was more than willing to answer her call to action, brushed his tentacle against her wet pussy once more, but, this time, he kept it there, rubbing her cunt from slit to clit and then back down again. Over and over he did this, drawing out sharp gasps and low moans from Rosie as he did so. It wasn’t long before she was grinding and bucking her hips against the tendril, the heat in her core growing unbearable.
“Do you need more, dearest?” Alastor asked, his voice a hushed, entertained rumble in her ear.
Rosie turned her head away from Alastor so he couldn’t look at her face. She was sure that the blush coloring her cheeks, her lips, slightly parted and puffy from all their earlier kissing, and the desire brimming in her onyx depths was more than enough to answer his question without her needing to say a word. Feeling a little shy at the effect he had on her without even touching her directly, she was unable to make herself look at him. Rather, she merely nodded her head a little in reply.
Alastor let out a soft tsk and pulled his tentacle away from Rosie’s pussy. Her eyes widened and she turned her head to look over her shoulder at the man sitting behind her. She wanted to ask what he was doing and why he stopped but before she could even get a word out, he spoke, his tone admonishing and containing an edge that told of discipline to come if she didn’t do as he said.
“Use your words, Rosie.”
Rosie’s blush darkened, feeling embarrassed to admit out loud how desperate she was for Alastor. She understood that he already knew, that he had known for far longer than she realized but knowing that fact didn’t make it any less humiliating to admit it aloud. She took a slow, deep breath as she steeled herself for what she was about to say.
“Yes, Alastor. I need more, please,” Rosie confessed, her voice quiet and a little shaky, both of which were caused by the sense of shame she was feeling at that moment.
Alastor placed a kiss along her cheekbone. He let his lips linger there for a second longer than necessary before pulling away slightly to murmur in her ear.
“That’s a good girl,” Alastor responded, his words low and rough with desire. He may have wanted to focus on her but Rosie knew that he was feeling the effects of this intimate moment and the tension that sparked between them.
Rosie wanted to tell Alastor that she wasn’t a girl and was, in fact, older than he was by more than a few years, but when he suddenly plunged the tentacle that, up to this point, had merely been teasing her outer labia, into her tight and soaking pussy, the words died on her lips as a loud moan escaped her instead.
Alastor didn’t hold back, thrusting the tendril into her depths hard and fast. Pleasured gasps and moans slipped from Rosie’s lips as she writhed in Alastor’s arms, his hands still massaging her breasts and toying with her nipples through her dress. Her cunt fluttered and clenched around the large, invading tentacle as it stretched her walls out almost to the point of pain. It didn’t hurt though but she did feel full, more so than she had ever been before. It was as though the tendril was perfectly fitted for her cunt, and, knowing Alastor, she wouldn’t doubt he was controlling the size of it to bring her the most pleasure possible. She might not have been able to notice it grow or shrink to fit inside her so well, her mind too focused on the squirming mass inside her, pressing against all the right places, but it wasn’t something she could deny having happened when she wasn’t paying attention.
“Look at how well you’re taking me,” Alastor complimented in a way that made her pussy throb.
“Alastor,” Rosie whined, able to see his teasing for what it was even through the haze of lust.
“It’s alright, dearest. I know you like my voice so just listen to it and I’ll guide you through this.”
As difficult as it was for Rosie to focus on anything other than the pleasure rippling through her body as the tentacle thrust in and out of her tight channel, there was something about the way he said those words that felt off to her. She wasn’t sure if she was thinking too deeply into it but it was almost as if he believed the only reason he was allowed to touch her, the only reason he was even able to see her like this right now was because he had an attractive-sounding voice. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Alastor, my dear, it’s not just your voice that I like,” Rosie admitted as she moved to cup the back of his hands with her own. “It’s your hands, your eyes, your smile, your touch, your bloodlust, your charm, your… everything. I love each and every part of you and I truly hope you know that. Even if your voice was completely different, I’d still want you, I’d still get off to you because my habit when it came to your broadcasts had less to do with my attraction to your voice and more to do with the fact that it made it easier to imagine you were there with me.”
Rosie stuttered and tripped over her words as moans and gasps fell from her lips between sentences. However, despite how difficult it might have been to speak, she needed Alastor to know how much she adored him and how aroused by him she was, not only his voice. His voice was a part of him and that was why she loved it so much. She was enamored by his voice because she was attracted to him, not the other way around.
She heard Alastor’s breath hitch from behind her and she knew that he hadn’t been expecting her to say such a thing. She could see out of the corner of her eye the way his face flushed. It was the most gorgeous sight she had ever seen. She only wished she was facing him head-on so she could appreciate the view in all its glory.
When Alastor replied, Rosie could hear the timidness in his voice. “You do have such a way with words, sweetness. If I’m being honest for a moment, you have me feeling quite flustered. I had hoped that was how you felt but I didn’t want to assume. I feel lucky enough to be in your presence like this.”
Rosie wasn’t able to stop herself from capturing Alastor’s lips yet again. She was quickly becoming addicted to his kiss. She had gone without it for so long but now that she was able to kiss him the way she had always dreamed of, she didn’t think she could go another day without feeling the press of his lips against hers. She realized they couldn’t dive head-first into whatever this was between them and that there was still so much more for them to figure out but she didn’t think she’d be satisfied with this being a one-time thing. She longed to have him all to herself, over and over again.
Alastor doubled his efforts, plunging the tentacle he had formed even faster into her, its thrusts becoming shallower but rubbing at her g-spot at a pace that had her seeing stars. His hands squeezed her breasts and rubbed at her nipples a little more firmly, causing them to harden under his touch. He even produced a second, thinner tendril to snake between her legs and rub at her clit with a speed that had her back arching and her hips twitching.
It didn’t take long until Rosie was on the cusp of an orgasm. Every thrust of the tentacle inside her, every squeeze of Alastor’s hands on her breasts, every stroke of her clit drove her closer and closer to her peak. She knew it was only a matter of time before she fell over the edge.
“Alastor, I…” Rosie mumbled against his lips, trying to warn him of her impending release.
“I know, dearest. It’s okay, go ahead. Let go,” Alastor replied, in a low, matter-of-fact tone.
Rosie nodded her head gently, careful not to break the point of connection between their lips. She wanted to come apart while kissing him and, in only a few moments, she would.
Alastor sped up the pace and intensity of his appendages once more as though trying to push Rosie over the edge she was at the peak of. It only took a couple of seconds before the muscles in Rosie’s legs tensed and her pussy clenched around the tentacle inside her as she climaxed.
“Alastor,” Rosie moaned, her voice slightly muffled.
Alastor kissed and guided Rosie through her orgasm, never once stopping the movements of his hands or tendrils. He drew out every drop of pleasure he could from her body as she shook and writhed in his arms. It was an intense experience, one she hadn’t experienced with another person in a very long time.
Eventually, Rosie’s body relaxed against Alastor’s. Her chest heaved with every breath. She sat on the bed, his body supporting hers, as she came down from her high. He removed himself from their kiss and the moment he did, her mouth fell open as she panted heavily, trying to get her breathing back to normal.
Alastor delicately removed his tentacles from her sated cunt, causing a quiet whimper to sound at the back of Rosie’s throat. She felt so empty as compared to only moments prior. His tendril had stretched her out so wide and had filled her up so nicely. She knew right then and there that she would never be able to get enough. No matter how many times he fucked her, how many times he satisfied her, she would always desire more from him and she could only hope that the same would be true for him as well.
When her heartbeat and breathing had returned to a semi-regular rate, Rosie looked up at Alastor, a beautiful blush coloring her cheeks.
“Thank you, baby, that was amazing,” Rosie said, still a little breathless from their previous activities.
Alastor leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the crest of her forehead as his hands leisurely dropped from her chest to her waist.
“You’re welcome, my love. You did so well for me. You were so pretty as you fell apart for me. This was everything I imagined it would be and more. Did you have a satisfactory experience too, dear?”
Rosie nodded her head minutely as she responded. “I did, darling. I don’t think I’ve ever been left so satisfied in all my afterlife. Though, Al, I must say that I don’t think I’ll be content with only one time. I know there’s so much we can explore together and I want to do it all, again and again.”
A chuckle slipped past Alastor’s lips at her brazen admission. The sound sent a shiver through her. A part of her wished she could record the sound to play it back because as much as she adored every part of him, she truly did love his voice.
“I feel the same way,” Alastor confessed, causing a small, tired smile to form on Rosie’s face.
“I’m glad,” Rosie whispered, her voice hushed but still loud enough so Alastor could hear her.
While Rosie had never expected something like this to happen between them, she was genuinely happy that it had. However, more than that, she was immensely grateful that they were on the same page about where to go from here, at least in the foreseeable future. This would change their relationship in ways she couldn’t imagine at the moment but she trusted in their bond enough to see this through. So long as they were open and honest with each other, she knew they could brave any storm that came their way. They were friends and that wouldn’t change even if everything else did.