Manea had been far too lost in the desperate cries of her new handmaiden and the way her delicate paws felt stroking over her neck and shoulders to spare any attention to her husband appearing int he cave's entrance. A delighted grin pulled across her lips as Irilyth enthusiastically agreed to this new life she was offered, promising to do whatever she desired to have it. Manea chuckled, the sound breathless from how much desire and heat this little fae was building in her core while her lips continued to temptingly brush against the pale lips of the woman in her grasp. She finally stopped teasing the poor girl, her paw no longer teasingly brushing her most intimate parts and instead seeking out those spots that had made her squirm and moan so easily before. "Then you're mine, my darling," she declared in a low purr, finally pressing her lips to Irilyth's as she claimed this little fae that would be at be at her side every day going forward. Somehow finding a handmaiden made her path and future feel all the more real. She was her first subject for the new power she intended to build for herself and how fitting it was to be the woman that would be tending to her and her family.

The familiar, deep chuckle interrupted her and she lifted her lips away from Irilyth's to glance up at her husband with a smirk. She had wondered if perhaps he would come looking for her with the storm raging as it was. He was nothing if not protective of her and that had only increased ten fold once she started carrying his children. The paw that was making the little woman in her embrace writhe against her never paused, continuing to pleasure her even as Alastor walked toward them with a comment about finding a new toy and his hope that this one lasted longer than the last. She held her handmaiden a little tighter against her chest with an obvious possessiveness at the thought, fixing her husband with a glance that was equal parts hard warning and heated lust. All the while her paw continued to push her woman toward her peak, letting Alastor watch and enjoy all he wanted with Irilyth's leg pinned under her own, forcing her to be exposed to his prying eyes.

"She's mine," she warned him, a smirk playing on her lips even though her aqua gaze made no mistake that her words were serious. "Little Irilyth is going to be my handmaiden so you're not allowed to break her - understand?" She would give Alastor many things and adored the way he painted the world in blood wherever they went, but even he was given boundaries she expected him to follow. Her smirk pulled into a grin once he agreed and she gave a pleased murr. "Good... I will share her with you though, my demon - after I get her some contraceptives and not a moment before. Unless you want to risk having to kill the pups you give her?" She knew how much Alastor hated even having to kill any portion of their children as it was, much less all of the children that he put in Irilyth's belly. Pups were is one and only weakness. She looked down at Irilyth thoughtfully for a moment a wicked grin pulling across her features. "Though I guess since you're here..." she began, giving Alastor another brief glance before she started to move.

Manea released Irilyth from her grasp and rolled to her feet so that she was standing over the smaller woman. She slipped a foreleg under her handmaiden and pulled her forward, keeping her on her back and sliding her up along the cave floor until she could easily dip her muzzle down between Irilyth's thighs. "Why don't you take me while I enjoy my new little toy, darling?" she asked, shooting Alastor a grin and flicking his chin with her tail before she lowered her chest to the ground while her rump remained in the air for him, getting her first delightful taste of her handmaiden, easily losing herself in the haze of lust and desire.

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Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Fortunately for Irilyth's sanity, her pleading cries swearing herself to Manea seemed to be exactly what the giant violet fae had been waiting to hear. Her new mistress chuckled and declared she was hers while that wonderfully talented paw of hers ceased its teasing movements and instead went straight for her hot spots that she'd abused only minutes before. Irilyth's reactions were immediate and intense, raspberry eyes rolling back to disappear behind fluttering blonde eyelids while her body writhed and squirmed in Manea's strong, insistent grasp. She moaned deeply, but the sound was muffled a split second later by Manea's soft lips crushing to hers in a deep, heated kiss. Iri moaned into Manea's mouth when she tasted her mistress' tongue against hers, dainty paws winding up around her neck and ruffling through rich purple fur to get a desperate hold on anything to keep her grounded while her body trembled and danced wildly. Her hind legs kicked at the air, toes splaying while her body was manipulated in all the right ways by the wolf now thoroughly claiming her as hers. Irilyth reveled in the power of Manea, her dominance stirring a deeper heat within her belly beyond the desire she already felt. She belonged to this woman, this queen, and just like that Irilyth had found her new home and purpose.

The pleasure within her spiked, jumping peak after peak as Manea worked her up with expert precision. It was very obvious that she was not the first fae Manea had lain with, but it mattered not, since this was not Irilyth's first time being used for sex by her masters. This was, however, the most emphatic time her owner had used her body for pleasure though, and there was something far more erotic about being submissive and helpless to the pleasure of a fae than a brute. Iri's brain was having a hard time focusing on any of these thoughts though while Manea short-circuited her with wave after wave of fiery pleasure making her muscles tense and her body contort, hips pushing up to the feline paw between her thighs in a silent plea for more. She wanted to reach that plateau again, to feel Manea push her to her absolute limits and then throw her screaming into sheer euphoria.

Their moment was interrupted by a masculine chuckle, and Irilyth felt her heart leap into her throat when Manea pulled away from her lips, following her mistress' gaze to a massive black wolf with red markings grinning at them. Iri looked to Manea and saw the way the two wolves exchanged glanced, and she realized the truth. This was Manea's husband. Iri suddenly felt even more vulnerable and exposed with Manea holding her pinned on her back with her legs spread wide while the brute looked her over, practically salivating at what he saw. Despite the interruption, Manea's paw never stopped moving over her nethers, making Irilyth's body wiggle and keening moans slip from her while she bit her lip. There was something undeniably arousing at being forced to lie exposed to the brute's predatory gaze while Manea continued to wind her up, coiling her muscles tenser as her inevitable climax continued to build within her.

Irilyth felt a strange sense of safety when Manea declared the little blonde fae to be hers, then warned her husband he could not break her. She had truly been afraid at the sheer size of the brute, but knowing Manea wouldn't let any grievous harm befall her brought her a little bit of security. Her husband agreed, and Manea agreed to share Iri with him once she got some contraceptives. That made Irilyth feel better as well, knowing she wouldn't have to carry the pups of her owners. It also meant this behemoth of a wolf wouldn't be mounting her today. Irilyth whined with the pleasure Manea was continuing to smother her with, meeting her mistress' wicked grin with a curious glance.

Her curiosity was answered immediately when Manea let go of her and moved to put herself over the tiny fae, sliding her up the cave floor with a quiet gasp until she felt Manea's warm breath against her sensitive parts between her legs. Iri's eyes widened with understanding, gazing down the length of her body to Manea as the fae raised her rump to her husband. Iri was staring into Manea's eyes when that first roll of her tongue against her flesh came so Manea was able to see the way the fae's eyes rolled and her head tipped back with heated, breathy moans. Tiny paws found their way down to Manea's head, desperate to hold onto something as her mistress took her to heights of pleasure far beyond what she'd ever experienced before. She heard the sounds of the husband mounting his wife, and as Irilyth drowned in this sea of pleasure with her new masters, she couldn't help but grin as she imagined what every day after this one would be like with them.

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"Irilyth"

Alastor watched Manea with a look of surprise and delight when Manea held his gaze and continued to pleasure the squirming, moaning fae in her arms right before him like some sort of lewd performance. His wife's lecherous grin and the sounds the other girl was making coupled with her heat scent had an immediate affect on the massive brute, and as parts of him began to stir and harden, he couldn't help but watch transfixed at the dance his mate was making this tiny, delicious-looking wolf do for him. He noted the look of burning lust in Manea's eyes, but he also saw the warning she was giving him—a look that told him to back off, that this horny bitch was hers. Her words followed shortly; she declared the fae to be hers, explaining how the wolf named Irilyth was going to be her handmaiden and how he wasn't allowed to break her. "Hmm... fair enough," he said with a casual grin and shrug of his shoulders. As much fun as he imagined snapping this petite little thing in two would be, if Manea liked her this much to keep her, he wouldn't harm her—too badly.

Manea offered to share Irilyth, the idea making the dire brute's stomach muscles clench in lustful anticipation. She seemed absolutely heavenly, and all he could think about was sinking himself into her small, tight body and filling her. Manea interjected as if reading his mind, adding the condition that she would get Irilyth contraceptives first before he could fuck her. She hinted at the reality that any pups he sired with her would need to be killed, tweaking at his one weakness she knew all too well. Alastor's grin faltered a little, now locked in a battle between his will and his instincts. But ever the cold bastard, Alastor just shot Manea a dark, smoldering look. "You could kill every pup I put in her, my love, and I wouldn't protest. I know our laws. As if any children she bears could be a fraction of the magnificence of ours!" He took a slow stride closer to the two women, that dark fire burning hotter in the obsidian gaze he fixed his wife with. "Would that turn you on, my queen? To watch your demon breed your toy, fill her and make her belly swell with children you'd get to take the lives of for pleasure? It's one thing to winnow ours for a purpose, but I do know how much you love killing for fun as well. Eliminating impure Mendacium pups... that sounds like a delightful time for you." He flashed sharp teeth in a wicked grin to his mate, wondering what she would make of his fantasy.

He looked back down at Irilyth while Manea brought her closer and closer to climax, hypnotized by the way her body moved for his wife's touch. He'd never seen her in the throes of passion with another wolf beyond their honeymoon toy, and even then it had been lackluster due to the unwillingness of Piggy. This, however, was significantly different and significantly more arousing. When Manea began to move, Alastor watched with a raised brow while she positioned herself above the slave girl, moving her into a better position while lowering her front half so her muzzle dipped between her handmaiden's thighs.

Her words sent a rush of fire through his belly to settle between his legs and Alastor's grin widened. He watched while Manea began making the blonde fae squirm and moan again, feeling his pulse quicken and body quiver with the urge to pounce. Manea flicked her fluffy tail against the end of his nose, tempting him with her raised rump while she tasted her new toy. Alastor didn't need any other invitation, nor did he say anything in reply, letting his body do all the speaking for him. Grinning and growling with need, the massive brute mounted his wife, wrapping his strong forelegs around her waist and tugging her ass into his hips as he slammed himself home, enjoying the show he got from above both of them while he took Manea, determined to make both ladies sing in unison as he released the mounting tension and lust burning him alive.

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"Alastor"

Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.
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