Who's POV y'all like better?

Anyway, now that we got that lovey dovey shit out of the way, enjoy some nasty, disrespectful sex 😀👍🏼

Ariels POV

A low rumbling caused me to wake up. A gentle vibration against my cheek made me realize where I was.

I was wrapped up on the living room floor with Alastor. His arm was curled around me, long talons resting gently against my waist.

With each gentle breath he took a soft purr escaped as well, the noise radiating deeply in his chest.

I blinked, trying to get the tiredness to leave my eyes.

Once my vision wasn't blurry anymore I scanned the area. Next to us were the softly glowing embers of the roaring fire Alastor made. Coming from the window was a dim red light, letting me know it must be the middle of the night.

I snuggled under the blanket more, letting my body curl against his. My fingers played with the fluff on his chest, a smile tugging on my lips.

Flashes of last night's activities made a blush rise on my cheeks. I trailed my pointer finger claw down the middle of his abs, barely even touching him.

Then I laid my palm flat against his stomach, riding it back up, feeling each bump each curve...

"Darling...?"

His groggy voice pulled me from my trance, causing my ears to lower and that unfamiliar buzz to start in my body.

I ceased my caressing, looking up at him. The red glow from his eyes just barely being open made the blush on my cheeks spread through my entire face.

"My love...what are you awake for...?" His voice was deep and gravelly, and against my will heat rose within my stomach.

Even as I tried to force it to stop it spread through my chest, bringing a bright red blush to my cheeks I'm sure.

I could feel the sweat forming already, a pant leaving my body along with a low whine.

"I- I just...I woke up and..." another pant cut my words off.

Oh god, it's so hot.

Alastor's purr quieted, his fingers brushing up against my side caused an explosion of nerves.

It was like I could feel him touching each individual skin cell.

He hummed softly, "and? Ma petite chérie, are you ok?" he asked me, his voice sounding lower than usual.

When I looked up at him once again he had a knowing smirk on his face.

Immediately I wanted to chastise him for teasing me, but my ears pressed flat against my head when our eyes met.

All I could think about was the buzzing heat in my lower abdomen that spread throughout my entire body.

Beneath my fingertips I could feel Alastor's skin begin to heat up, radiating from him as if he were a heater.

"My love..." he purred, his touches were beginning to wonder, fingertips just barely grazing the side of my breast.

"Yes...?" I practically whined, beginning to feel needy from my place underneath these wretched blankets. I think he noticed too, because in a split second the blanket was off of us.

It only took a moment for the heat to erupt between us, his body was above me before I could even blink. Rough growls left his chest, that threatening smile splitting his face as he observed my naked body below him.

I'm not sure how we went an entire day satiating this hunger, and not after even a full nights sleep the hunger has returned.

He retracted his claws, gripping at my chest and massaging the softer spots on my body.

"Did you wake up because you were wanting this?" He basically growled at me. I squirmed beneath him, biting my lip in an attempt to keep myself from just unraveling.

"I-I think so..." I huffed out. My tone and his were a contrast like you wouldn't believe.

He sounded guttural, predatory...

I sounded submissive and timid.

He chuckled, his hands still roaming my body in an attempt to control himself I'm sure. I've noticed ever since I told him I wanted his children he's been more...unchained, if you will.

My eyes met his, and the red glow he was emitting illuminated his features. He looked so handsome in this lighting...that smile of his could slice through titanium.

"Please?" I whimpered and his eyes widened just barely. Apparently that was the word he wanted to hear, because in an instant I found myself with my legs over his shoulders.

He slid back and forth against my core, coating himself in my wetness.

"As you wish, my queen," he huffed and his head fell forward as he used more momentum to grind against me. I could feel the heat simmering already, although it was still buzzing inside me.

The ache between my legs turned into a deep pleasure the more he pressed against my little bundle of nerves.

He scooped me up off the floor, holding me under my back as he got us into a better position. With his size now he needs a bit more leverage to be able to keep me steady.

I felt his tip press hard against my core, just barely sliding in before slipping up and over my clit once more.

This drew a moan from me, and he growled next to my ear, placing a soft kiss against my temple.

His deep panting was driving me wild, my heat was throbbing with anticipation.

"Stop teasing..." I whined and he gently smoothed my ears back, causing them to stay lowered.

"But I love the way it makes you squirm..." he said just above a whisper, right next to my ear. A shiver ran down my back, and without any warning he slid into me.

I yelped at the sudden pressure it brought, but that was only for a second before I basically melted with relief.

I felt my walls clench around him tightly as if begging him to go deeper. He grunted, sliding in to the hilt of his cock.

His purr started in his chest, mixing with a growl before he start to move.

With each thrust I felt the heat in my body turn to pleasure, my eyes rolling up into my head with each passing second.

One of his hands met my thigh, making sure my legs stayed over his shoulders before he leaned over me a bit more. 

This caused my legs to spread out, pushing them to where my own thighs were nearly against my chest.

Each time Alastor thrust into me he let out a moan, our new position obviously bringing him more pleasure.

On my end, this newfound position caused him to slide deeper into an area I didn't even know existed. Once he started pounding into it, a low whine left my throat.

It hurt, but only as a dull ache. He must have been too caught up in the act to notice my pained whimpers. My nails dug into his back, earning a very loud moan from him. His thrusts became rougher.

Each time he slammed into this new spot, the ache it created began rapidly lifting into a deep pleasure. The wince on my face lessened into a pleasured expression.

He started gliding in and out of me so easily my body was barely even able to register his movements, yet I felt each and every one.

With each thrust that knot pulled tighter and tighter in my stomach, becoming nearly unbearable.

Just as I felt it was going to snap, suddenly his movements slowed, his shoulders going rigid. He pumped in and out of me very slowly, lifting his head slightly. His nose twitched, a deep blush covering his cheeks.

His brows furrowed.

"Dear, are you bleeding?" He huffed out, still sliding in and out of me painfully slowly. He pulled away from me only slightly to peek down between my legs.

(Fun fact: if you hit deep enough, the sensitive tissues on your cervix will tear/bruise and cause bleeding: normally this is painful, but they're demons, so she's fine)

I had no idea what he was talking about, a deep irritation setting in over the denial of an orgasm.

"I don't care," I growled out, making his eyes widen before I used my legs to pull him back into the position we were in before. He put his head into the crook of my neck, resuming his previous pace.

If the newfound slickness was in fact my blood, it only aided in the pleasure. He was brushing against every sensitive nerve, making my brain basically turn to mush.

Incoherent whines left my throat and his thrusts sped up, hammering that spot deep inside me with so much force I thought I'd break in half.

With no warning the knot became tight again, tearing a gasp from me before he slammed once more into me and it snapped.

With a heavy cry, my nails dug into him deeply.

His thrusts didn't slow, in fact, they sped up.

Low growls left his throat, his arms wrapped around me securely.

"Tight...so tight...so...fuck..." he was mumbling next to my ear, I'm not even sure if he was talking to me.

Pleasure rolled through my body, stars erupting behind my eyes. With each contraction his thrusting became sloppier.

My body rode its orgasm longer than usual, the contractions coming more intense with each one, clamping around his dick desperately.

Without any warning I found myself face down against the pillow, my palms pressed against the fuzzy blanket we were laying against.

The blanket that would probably need to be burned once we're finished.

Both of his hands were gripping my ass cheeks, squeezing them like his life depended on it. He was slamming me back into his pelvis, huffing and growling.

He threw out a slough of nasty curses, bringing one of his hands to my throat as he leaned over me.

He pulled me up slightly, getting next to my ear.

"Who am I?" He growled lowly, and I opened my mouth to answer but all that came out was a whine.

He only pounded into me harder, groaning before a deep chuckle sounded from behind me. I couldn't see him, I could only feel his hand around my throat and his breath against my ear.

"Come on, my love, you can do better than that," he purred. I don't even know how he was speaking right now.

"Alastor..." I whined into the pillow, and he tightened his grip on my throat just barely. He wasn't cutting off my air supply, just squeezing the sides gently.

"Wrong answer," he growled, and I could practically hear the smile on his face.

He started brushing against a sensitive spot, making my brain fog over with pleasure once again. The knot wound tighter, making my legs shake.

"Daddy!" I screamed, bringing my knees together as a whorish moan ripped from my throat. I could hardly sit still as my second orgasm washed through me, making me scream and whine loudly when he didn't let up even in the slightest.

He grabbed my hips as I tried to squirm away, my private parts becoming unbelievably sensitive.

He easily held me in place, hammering into me and cackling like a mad man, "oho, no you don't! You stay right...fucking...there!" He ordered between thrusts.

I wish I could've seen the look on his face. The love drunk, lust driven way his eyes watched me writhe beneath him. The way they would flicker between radio dials and static, holding out on his orgasm just so he could watch me try to get away from him for a moment longer.

"Fuck, I can't hold it anymore..." he grunted, the feeling of his fingertips digging into my ass creating an ache. I was still wriggling against him, unbeknownst to me only aiding in his own pleasure.

My body was so sensitive that when my third orgasm rolled through me I barely registered it. He, however, moaned very loudly when it happened.

"Fucking shit! Motherfuhhhh~" he didn't finish his curse, his thrusts becoming extremely sloppy as he jerked into me roughly.

Each twitch pulled a moan from his throat, and if I had gotten to see the way his eyes rolled back in his head while he came I probably would've cum a fourth time.

Slowly he came down from his high, pushing into me a few more times.

Finally he stayed buried inside me, breathing heavily.

He quickly thrusted into me one last time, making me squeak in surprise. He chuckled breathlessly and removed himself from me.

My body immediately collapsed against the blanket, feeling as if I'd just run a marathon.

He once again chuckled, "oh, dear..." he mumbled through the little laugh. He picked me up, holding me like a baby.

My head laid against his chest and I looked up at him with half lidded eyes.

"I don't think you'll be waking up for a while now, my love," he teased and I weakly stuck my tongue out at him, but smiled.

He hummed, "rest, sweetheart, when you wake we'll get you a bath and some pancakes..." he said softly and I closed my eyes, snuggling into the fluff on his chest.

I was out not even five seconds later.