Alastor

You and Alastor haven't been getting 'Friendly' as Charlie would call it. In reality, you both hated each other. Doing your best to equally piss off each other for shits and giggles, also to see each other PISSED off and fuming with anger. Although you both pissed off each other too much, and settled on an all-out fight.

Alastor's black tendrils started raising out from his back, it looked horrifying but. . Kinky-? Alastor must've noticed the way you were looking at his tendrils and questioned it.

"Do tell what your thinking, doe." He spat out the words in his radio sounding voice, you hated that voice. But wouldn't protest it speaking sweat praises to you. "What else those tendrils do?" You said jokingly, his face immediately changed upon hearing your words. You swore you could see a faint smirk play out on his face, even he could see you meant fucking tentacle sex.

"Why don't you come and find out. . ?" His voice seemed like more of a whisper, but it spoke volumes to you. He was FINE with it!?

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*It was dark in the night, all few sinners in the hotel were now far asleep. You and Alastor were already in his room. You were laid out on his bed, he kept your hands pinned above your head as he forcefully kissed you, his long thick tendrils protruding from his back and going straight to wrap around your cock.

*Your moans and whimpers muffled against his tongue inside your mouth. The tendrils tightened against your cock a bit. Until they stopped. You saw Alastor eye-grin, and that was only a second before the long, thick, tendrils started stroking your dick. It was so fucking rough and fast, you were already sweating after 2 minutes. Who could blame ya?*

"Fucking look at you, all this for me? Huh, doe? Take it like its given to you. ." *He spoke to you softly, his fucking eyes were sparkling the more you moaned against the fast moves of his tendrils.*