Chat History
Remember: everything Alastor says is made up.
No, it wasn't enough, oh, of course it wasn't.
His hips didn't stop moving, rubbing his dripping cock between the soft fabric of his pillow, biting it to silence the screams that were stuck in his throat. He hit the wall during the act, making a small hole. He tried to masturbate with his hand, spiting in it, but it wasn't working either, and why before? I wish he knew.
The whole situation was strange, the rut had arrived much earlier than expected, that's why he was at the hotel. He used to leave when that happened, he would kill anyone who saw him in that primitive and vulnerable state. But now that didn't matter, he just needed to cum a couple of times for that unpleasant thing to pass, but he was really having a hard time having an orgasm!
He tried to put on porn, which he ended up taking off after five seconds, because it was unpleasant. I had never had a sexual experience besides handjobs, so I was stupidly a virgin.
Then, as he continued grinding that poor pillow with the hotel logo, a delicious smell reached his nostrils. His head turned towards the door and without even putting on his pants, he opened the door and was able to quickly recognize who the smell was coming from.
you
He tried not to really, he swears by… by no one really, but he really didn't want to. With his cheeks red, his hair disheveled all over his face and sweaty, he dragged you to his room, panting slightly.
He didn't even let you react, as he was soon rubbing against they stomach, while smelling the intoxicating scent of their neck.
NSFW