Dialogue 55 - "Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now."
He loomed over your shoulder, an impish grin on his teeth as he watched you work on the paper in front of you. You were just doodling, really, pencil spinning across the paper as you thought of simple ways to bring your creations to life. Your tongue poked out from your lips and you felt his static prickle nicely against your skin; the movement from it was soothing to you after being around it for so long.
“Darling,” Alastor’s voice murmured against your ear and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
You began to turn toward him and then you felt the cold brush of his fingers against your side. You let out a startled moan, face igniting as his fingers spidered up your side, leaving a trail of hot and cold up your skin.
“Al -”
“Focus on your artwork, dear.” You felt the brush of his hair against your shoulder and you shuddered as his other hand began to stroke up the other side of your body.
His hands were impossibly cold; you weren’t sure what it was about the temperature of it but it was causing your insides to squirm in a delighted way. Another soft gasp escaped you when his hand encased your hip; through your pants you could feel the coolness of him. Alastor squeezed you once, holding you in place as he continued to look over your shoulder.
Once solid lines started to warble slightly as his hand that wasn’t on your hip began to drift upward. You were wearing a loose crop top; a t-shirt you had long ago cropped. His hand found no restriction as he glided up your skin, your skin glazing over in goosebumps. You tried your best to focus on the task at hand; your thighs pressed together uncomfortably as you tried to relieve the burning feeling that was building in your core.
“What are you drawing?” His voice was low; lower than you had ever heard and you could feel the brush of his lips against your shoulder when he spoke.
You felt your mind snap back into reality and you blinked feverishly at the paper, trying to distinguish what you were creating. You had been attempting to create his likeness at one point but since it was such an indistinguishable blob of lines, you were absolutely clueless onto what you could say, “Uh…”
“Perhaps you should start again.” He purred, his fingers creeping up your front until they were just barely brushing against the underside of your breast, “After all, I’m not a distraction, am I?”
His fingers were ice cold as he encased your breast in his hand, two fingers running gently over your nipple. You let out a sharp inhale and your trembling fingers flipped the page in your sketchbook, smoothing the paper down as you picked up your pencil, “No,” you whimpered softly, “Not - not a distraction.”
Alastor rolled your nipple between his fingers and you felt your lips drop in a moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continued his ministrations. He applied just enough pressure to make your thighs clench just a little more, hips rolling just slightly. He noticed; one hand was still tightly gripping your hip as you moved. Your head dropped to fall on his, eyes fluttering shut as he slid his thumb across your nipple.
“Are you certain, darling? Look, you haven’t even drawn a single line. Be good for me.” His voice caused your eyes to shoot open and you tightened your grip on the pencil.
“Yes, sir,” you murmured, arching your chest forward onto his hand more as you began to attempt to focus on drawing something. You decided on something easy that you had drawn a million times before and your hand got to work.
His head dipped to where your shoulder and neck met, his tongue swirling intricate patterns on the soft, creamy skin. Your free hand shot up and you carded your fingers through his hair, tilting your head just enough for him to have better access. Your drawing began to get shaky once more and you accidentally pressed down too hard when his hand moved from your hip to slide in through the front of your pants.
You shifted and spread your thighs just enough as his finger dipped down into your folds, his finger swirling gently over your clit. Alastor was still impossibly cold and the temperature caused your pussy to tighten; you could feel how wet you were with just these few touches. You let out a soft moan as he continued to rub you in soft circles; your breathing increasing as your body tightened.
“If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to help myself.” Alastor’s teeth sunk into your neck for a moment and you groaned loudly, tossing your head back, “Silence, darling.”
You tried your best to hold back your whimpers as his finger slid further down. He curled two fingers inside of you, pushing deliciously against your walls. Your pussy fluttered around him and you felt his cold fingers move from your one breast to the other. You let go of the pencil, reaching down to press your hand against his that was inside of you.
You tilted your hips forward and clamped your lips tight as you held his hand against you, pushing him deeper inside of you. He chuckled darkly against your skin and you had to stifle a moan from the sound. The ambient static crackled around you and you felt it prickle against your skin, your pussy clenching greedily around his fingers.
“Al, please,” You whispered, eyes shut tightly, “Please.”
“Please what, darling?”
“Please don’t stop,” You stammered, face erupting in a blush, “Please.”
He hummed and you felt your body shiver delightedly at the sound, your hand pushing his faster inside of you. His lips moved from your throat to across your shoulder and down to your shoulder blade, “Well, since you want to cum so badly,” His fingers expanded in you and you couldn’t stop the moan from spilling from your lips, "Why don'twe see how many times I can make you cum right now.”
Alastor’s fingers sped up and you found your mouth gaping open as your world came shattering around you. His voice guided you through and your thighs shook as your came, pussy clenching around him. You came through gasping, leaning back onto him and your eyes wild as you looked over at him.
He grinned widely, fingers not stopping their rapid pace. You were sensitive; almost too sensitive and yet at the same time, he felt so good. Alastor’s fingers curled upward and hit a spot in you that had your mind reeling, your body already tightening.
“Al,” You panted, your hand tightening in his hair.
“Shush, darling. Be a good girl.” His eyes glowed and you let out a noise, your eyes widening, “Cum for me.”
