After the dark

It was a long night of howl of lust. The two only had rest between quarter and hours for the last 6 hours. During those times, Alastor would promptly hug her, then he would plant his manhood while she’s resting and she wasn’t practical in the position to refuse. Having the same wavelength as he is, she would surely be able to resist the urge. She’s the one who invited him in the first place.

Despite the hours of intercourse, Alastor couldn’t seem to get to sleep. His body, rather awakened by the new force he discovered. He couldn’t get seem enough with what happened to them this night.

All seems to happen so fast in a blink of an eye. He only met her this day, yet it seems that he knew her for long enough in his lifetime. He looked at Noora, wrapped in his arm, and heavily asleep.

He returned his gaze at the window, where the moon hung in over the horizon. He settled carefully her head in the pillow and rose from the bed. He sat and watch as the moon settled in the southeast.