The utter relief she felt when Irilyth reported that Alastor and Avacyn's symptoms were beginning to diminish felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It felt like she had been so careful to make sure Alastor didn't get himself killed in some reckless fight or hunt and she had protected her children so fiercely only to have some illness or curse she couldn't control try to take them from her. She hadn't gotten much rest since they were quarantined to another part of the island, but she had been doing her best to hide her worry for Saracyn. She knew the twins hated to be apart as it was and it was a full time job right now to make sure that her son didn't go sneaking off to see his sister. It had all put her on edge and it took all of her patience not to snap at him even though it wasn't his fault, but then Irilyth told her that they were getting better and she finally felt like she could breathe again.

They still gave it several more days just to make sure the rest of the mushrooms that had been growing on Avacyn fell away and the glowing ooze that seeped from Alastor's orifices had truly stopped before they allowed themselves to all accumulate together again and very little made her happier than finally being able to lay eyes on the missing pieces of her family and see for herself that they were okay. The twins were of course tumbling over one another immediately and after instructing Sara to be careful with his sister since she was still recovering she tucked the two in to get some rest while she drug Alastor back out toward the lake. As much as she wanted to take him then and there in her relief that he had recovered and from being so pent up from the weeks without him, she couldn't get past the remnants of the ooze that had crusted into his fur around his muzzle, cheeks, ears, chest, and even on his forelegs where he had clearly been wiping it away.

There was a shallow portion of the lake that was slightly separated from the rest of the lake, creating a natural tub of sorts. She brought him down to this portion of the lake with some soaps they had in their supplies, eyeing the crystal ball thing he had come back from his quarantine with. Avacyn had returned with a couple of bottles of potions as well and she had made sure those were put away with Irilyth's medicines, but she couldn't convince Alastor to do the same with this "bath" thing he received. She motioned to the water, saying, "Get in, you crusty man, so we can get you clean."

"Manea Mendacium"

The past few weeks had been the closest Alastor had ever waltzed with death. The abyssal brute had been in numerous fights to the death, been wounded grievously, poisoned, abandoned, starving and alone, almost drowned, yet none of it came close to the ooze infection. Fearing more for his daughter, who had almost become entirely encased in mushrooms, Alastor had waited for the sickness to claim him. He kept the poison close to him during their final days of illness, certain he would have to use it soon. But then, a miracle happened, and both he and Avacyn started to improve. Over the course of a few days, he became significantly less mucky until the ooze seeping from him had stopped entirely and the voices of the damned had faded into nothing. Avacyn had likewise begun to have the mushrooms fall from her body as they crumbled and decayed.

Once he had plucked the last one off of her without any pain and he hadn't sniffled or spat out any glowing goop in a day, Irilyth came to check on them and pronounced them healed. Of course, she recommended a regiment of immune boosters to keep them both on the mend, but the important part was that they had survived—more importantly, his daughter had survived. Alastor returned home with his trademark grin and a very bouncy Avacyn who was immediately set upon by her twin brother. Alastor greeted his relieved wife, and once they had put the children down for a nap, he was forcibly dragged down to the lake by his beloved mate who held his bushy tail between her jaws so he couldn't slip away.

"You know, I am capable of walking on my own," he said with an extra dose of sarcasm while he stumbled after Manea, trying not to lose his balance while she led him down to get a bath. He was still covered in some dried remains of the ooze, all of which no longer glowed, so he could understand why she wanted him to get cleaned off—but still, give him some dignity! At Manea's instructions, Alastor gave a dramatic sigh and rolled his obsidian eyes, setting the glittering bath bomb he'd obtained from Penumbra on the shore next to the soaps and oils Manea had brought down to bathe him with.

Turning a sly smirk to his wife whom he'd equally been hungering for in his maddened quarantine, he asked, "Giving me a bath, my queen? Make sure you rub extra slow over the sensitive areas." Chuckling to himself, Alastor stepped into the cool water of the lake, letting it rise up to his belly before he sat down and let his fur soak. He then fixed Manea with expectant eyes and blinked in mock innocence, waiting for her to start her treatment of him. Being apart from her for weeks had left Alastor lusting for his goddess of a wife and he was eagerly awaiting their chance to make up for lost time and celebrate his return to life. But first, he had to endure... a bath.

"Alastor Mendacium"

Manea rolled her eyes with exasperation at her husband's quip about bathing more slowly the more sensitive areas, but a sly grin still pulled across her features. Gods, how she had missed him. Seeing him like this with his usual banter was really what convinced her that he was truly okay. He was purely himself in every ridiculous way so whatever had previously possessed him had truly been chased off. She didn't know what to attribute their sudden improvement to, but she was glad for it all the same. She didn't feel complete without Alastor by her side and now she could breathe again with this wonderfully insane man teasing her about pleasuring him. There would be plenty of that to come, but not until this cursed goop was washed out of his fur and it was glistening with its usual raven luster once more. Avacyn would have to have a bath as well to make sure all the fungal spores were gone from her coat and around her scales, but for now Alastor was her focus.

She chuckled as he turned and sat with an expectant look and she plucked one of the bars of soap from the small pile of supplies before wading out into the water with him. Dampening the bar of soap, she held it between her claws so it couldn't slip away and then started rubbing the soap into his fur, mostly around his chest, neck, cheeks, and forelegs where the worst of the dried, crusted over goop had accumulated so it could start loosening up to be rinsed away. There was no shortage of stolen kisses while she worked, catching up for lost time with all of the affections they couldn't share while that awful infection took over him. The sight of the glowing ooze dripping from him and the mushrooms sprouting from Avacyn's scales, hearing her screams as they tried to remove them... Those were memories that wouldn't fade any time soon and it only made her all the more appreciative of the fact that they had pulled through.

Once the soap was applied she paused long enough to leave a longer, lingering kiss on his muzzle and when she pulled back she gave him a look that was both as loving and adoring as it was lustful. "I'm so glad you're alright," she told him softly, a bit of tender emotion creeping into her voice. She wasn't like this all that often, softer and more emotional in her words and actions, but after being so close to losing him it was hard not to be. She gave him another kiss before she retreated toward the shore for a brief moment to drop off the soap she had been using and to instead pick up a bowl she could use to scoop water and pour it over him to rinse out the soap. While she was standing on the shore of the lake she glanced down at the crystalized ball again with an uncertain tilt of her head. "Are you going to want to find out what this does?" she questioned with a glance over at him. "Should I toss it in and get it over with?"

"Manea Mendacium"

The grin that pulled slowly across Manea's beautiful face was such a sight for sore eyes. Even though their quarantine had only lasted a couple of weeks, it felt like ages since he'd gotten to bask and revel in the beauty and elegance of his sultry goddess. There had been several points in time where Alastor had genuinely thought it would be the end for him and Avacyn—whether by their sickness or by his kill switch—and every time his last thoughts had been of her and Saracyn. She had given him the strength of heart and soul to keep persisting and tough it out until he showed signs of recovery. She had been his ray of hope in an otherwise bleak and empty night. Now that he was on the mend, all Alastor could think about was getting his paws all over her to show her just how deeply he loved her and how intensely he was tethered to her.

Ah, but the fun messes would have to wait until after he was cleaned and scrubbed of all that disgusting filth that had poisoned his body! Thankfully, Manea seemed to take the hint quickly—she was such a sharp wolf, after all—and wasted no time grabbing a bar of soap and joining him in the water. Alastor closed his eyes and practically purred with delight while his body melted under her gently massaging paws, quite literally feeling the grime washing away from his fur as she bathed and groomed him. Matted tufts soon turned into smooth sheets of raven black fur once more. Every time Manea would pause to steal a cheeky kiss from him, Alastor was right there ready to give it back to her, grinning like a lecherous rogue every time their lips parted. Gods, how he wanted to just belay the bath and pounce on Manea right then and there in the lake! The only thing that held him back from doing so was the fact that her bathing did actually feel really nice and he wanted more of it. Perhaps he'd have Manea bathe him exclusively from now on.

Once fully covered in suds, Alastor gazed at his mate with adoring obsidian eyes, leaning in closer to press his hungry lips to hers in a long, savoring kiss. Low rumbling murrs vibrated deep within the dire brute's chest, a vocalizing of his desire for her. Once more Alastor resisted the urge to scoop Manea by the waist and have his way with her right then and there. Thankfully, she broke away not long after and stepped back out to the shore to gather some more supplies. Her dulcet voice calling to him caught his attention. Alastor turned to see Manea holding the glittering crystal-studded ball and asked if he wanted to use it. On the one hand, throwing a sketchy-looking bath bomb into the water with him so soon after he'd recovered from his illness didn't sound like the best of ideas. But on the other, he had put his trust in Penumbra and so far the firefly entity hadn't led him astray.

"Hmm, well why not! Throw it in and make me fabulous, baby!" he called back to her, holding out his forelegs in a dramatic "come at me bro" fashion, ready to see what sorts of things a paranormal entity's line of body care products would do. No time like the present for a bit of experimenting!

"Alastor Mendacium"

Crystal Bath Bomb

Shimmer Fizzle!

The bath bomb fizzles and shimmers in the water, the invigorating bubbles passing through your fur against your skin, lifting the dirt, grime, oils, and fur along with it. When you exit, you're as bald as a newborn rat! Within a day or two, peach fuzz will begin to grown, and in one IC season, the rest will too- this time in a texture of your choice!

You gain:

• New Fur- Wonder what texture it'll grow back... Allows your wolf to grow new textures of fur. (long, wavy, coily, etc)
  

You lose:

• Bath Bomb- Fizzle Fizzle
  
• Your Fur- Well... it'll grow back eventually (1 IC season).
  

Manea snickered and gave a shake of her head at her husband's ridiculous answer to her question and with a shrug she tossed the crystalized ball into the water beside him. She wasn't sure she entirely trusted it, but he seemed to and she was willing to follow his judgement on this one. She stood on the shore and watched it curiously, watching it fizz and bubble as it floated around on the surface of the water, covering the surface of the water in a fizzy, foamy, shimmery layer of bubbles. She gave an amused smirk and was just about to join him back in the water again when she noticed the first clump of black and red fur float to the surface of the water, disrupting the pretty layer of foam. She blinked with surprise, watching as more joined it. "Um... Dear... I think you should get out," she said uncertainly, watching the waves of the lake begin to fill with clumps of his fur at an alarming rate.

She waited for him to emerge from the lake and the moment he began to emerge from the water she immediately saw what happened and her worry was swept away since he very clearly wasn't injured, but... there was a very noticeable feature missing from his entire body. She gaped at him in stunned silence for a long moment, aqua eyes wide as she took in her poor, poor husband and the smooth, furless skin the bath bomb had revealed. As she adjusted to the sight a smirk twitched at her lips and she had to bite back a snicker, struggling not to laugh at the predicament he had landed in. "Well... no need to rinse out your fur now I guess," she commented, a chuckle escaping her as she sat the bowl she had been holding back down, bewildered by the fact that her husband kept landing in such strange situations.

"Manea Mendacium"

At his behest, Manea tossed the shimmering bath bomb into the water with him. He made a dive to try and catch it, but ultimately ended up just splashing about while the bomb bounced off his chest and landed in the water beside him, erupting into a fizzing shimmery foam that spread around him. The suds tickled and tingled at his skin, eating away the dirt and grime and oils that had built up from the weeks of not having bathed properly. It felt glorious! Alastor breathed a sigh of relaxation and closed his obsidian eyes while he let the bath bomb do its work purifying his coat and cleansing and moisturizing his skin. With his eyes closed, all Alastor could notice was the tingling sensation all over his body and the fizzing sound of the bath bomb at work. He'd definitely have to thank his firefly cryptid friend for this wonderful product!

After some moments of scrubbing himself, Manea's concerned voice perked his ears up and Alastor peered over to her with a quizzical expression. "Hmm? Why-" Alastor's question died on his tongue however when he saw the clumps of ebony and scarlet fur drifting about in the water with him. Abyssal eyes widened in shock, and he quickly raised his paws out of the water, half afraid to see his skin start melting away from bone—but thankfully, there seemed to be no harm to accompany the tingling. His paws and toes, however, were completely stripped of their fur. Gasping in shock, Alastor hurried out of the water, but the damage had been done. As soon as he emerged from the lake, every part of Alastor's body below where his neck had poked out of the water was bare naked, not a patch of fur left on him.

Alastor looked all over himself, gawking at his exposed dark gray skin, an effect of the melanism trait in his genes. Sure, without his fur, every rippling muscle in his hulking body was on prominent display, but gods, did he look silly with his fully furred head and nothing on his body! Wait, hold on... Alastor lowered his head and peered down his body to his private parts, and- yep, fully naked! No fur anywhere, not between his toes or on his tail or anywhere! Alastor's jaw hung open in shock while Manea tittered at his predicament, making a comment about not having to rinse him off. Still too much in a state of shock to say or do anything, the dire brute just slumped back onto his haunches, suddenly feeling chillier in the northern climate air than he was used to. "I'm going to file a complaint with his manager," muttered a very sullen Alastor, wondering who paranormal entities even reported to. Was there a hierarchy of demons, with demon managers and demon bosses?

"Alastor Mendacium"

As amused as she was by the whole situation, she did feel bad for her poor husband when he rushed out of the water and looked for any scrap of fur left on his body and found none, watching Alastor with a bit of amusement and sympathy as he dejectedly made a comment about how he was going to file a complaint with the manager of the strange figure he got the bath bomb from. He did admittedly look very, very silly with no fur, showing off all of his dark gray-hued skin. His coat had been stunning so it was certainly sad to see it gone. She chuckled and padded toward him, kissing his cheek with a smirk. "It'll grow back, darling," she said encouragingly as she lifted a paw to brush the curve of his shoulder with her large, soft paw, curiously feeling what his skin felt like without fur. It was incredibly soft and smooth and she grinned a little as she settled back on her haunches so she could trace over his heavily muscled chest and shoulders curiously.

"Well... it was very moisturizing if nothing else!" she said as if it was some kind of consolation prize in this whole situation, biting back more giggles. "Come on, lets get you inside and wrapped up in some furs before you catch a cold. The last thing I want is you getting sick again when I just got you back." She picked up the remnants of their bathing supplies and brushed her side against his as she led him back to the cave that had been their home for a while now. Luckily it looked like the pups were out with Irilyth or perhaps one of her cousins. Either way, they had the cave to themselves for the time being so at least she could work on mending Alastor's pride without the interruption of overly curious, prying, young eyes.

Dropping off the bowl and soap, she went into the secluded alcove at the back of the cave that had become their bedroom and flopped down into the plush pile of furs. She pulled one of them out from the pile and tapped the spot beside her with her paw, waiting for Alastor to join her before she tossed the fur over them both so he was completely surrounded by the warm softness of it. Snuggling into his side, she nuzzled the side of his neck, marveling at how weird it felt to not have his fur to burry her face into. "One small benefit of this is that there's no hiding these chiseled muscles of yours," she mentioned with a grin, trying to find some silver linings for him.

"Manea Mendacium"

Manea's gentle words of encouragement did little to help the grumbling naked dire wolf. He hoped it would grow back, but given how cryptic everything with the firefly entity was, he didn't rule out the possibility that he might perhaps never grow his fur back again. Well, they'd just have to wait and see, he supposed. If it didn't, maybe he'd just make a new coat out of other wolves' pelts to wear. The warm softness of Manea's paw pads on his skin was a shockingly good feeling, his every nerve ending feeling heightened and extra sensitive without the fur to buffer any touch. Obsidian eyes looked at his mate while she studied his furless body with curiosity, a small grin creeping its way across Alastor's face while he silently enjoyed how nice it felt to have her rubbing over his neck, chest, and shoulder. It had been weeks in quarantine without the touch of his lover, the longest he'd gone without any sort of intimacy from Manea since they'd gotten together. To say he was addicted to her love and affections would have been a gross understatement.

"Small blessings," he agreed when she commented on the moisturizing properties of the cursed bath bomb. "All the better for you to touch, my dear." He could see her fighting back her amusement at the entire situation and though he found it less than ideal, he couldn't blame her for finding it funny. He would've been laughing hysterically if he saw it happen to anyone else. Manea urged him back to the den to get him covered before he fell ill again. One life threatening illness had been enough for him. "Well, we certainly don't want to deprive you of your naked demon, do we?" he remarked with a chuckle, the side devolving into a low hum of delight from the brute's chest when his wife brushed her side against his, able to feel her silky fur against his skin with a much heightened sensation.

Alastor followed Manea back up the mountain paths to their cave, noting just as she did that their children and servant were absent. They had the whole place to themselves. A lecherous gleam flashed through Alastor's inky black eyes; that worked perfectly for the pair of ravenous lovers that hadn't had time together in almost a season. He followed the svelte purple form of his goddess back to their private alcove, watching with great interest while she sprawled herself across their bed of plush furs, lifting one up to invite him with with a pat of her paw. Alastor wasted no time joining her, his muscles rippling visibly beneath charcoal skin while he collapsed into bed beside her. Manea wrapped him up in the dense, warm furs and snuggled up to him.

The dire brute murred his approval and nuzzled her crown while she buried her face into his neck, pressing his nose into her fur to drink in her scent. Her attempt to find a silver lining by mentioning how she could enjoy seeing all of his muscles on display brought a hearty laugh from him. Alastor shot a grin to Manea, eyes flashing playfully while he draped a thickly muscled foreleg across his mate's back. "Hmm, I suppose that is true," he said with a rumble of a growl in his voice. "So what's it like finally getting to see all the muscles I've been hiding under my fur?" He was teasing and playing with her, but it was the sort of banter and play he loved about his soul mate. It was what made their relationship so fun and lively!

"Alastor Mendacium"

Manea loved the sound of Alastor's laugh. She loved his grin and the way he bantered and teased with her as he wrapped a strong foreleg around her slim frame and pulled her closer as he spoke with a growl to his deep voice. Truly she loved every little thing about him and his fur mysteriously being swept away by some strange thing given to him by an even more strange mysterious figure wasn't going to change that. If anything she just appreciated how well he could roll with even the most unusual punches and not let some prideful part of him get in the way of letting her adore him. She wasn't sure if she could have as easily brushed off something like this if the roles were reversed, but she was certain that Alastor would have made her still feel just as beautiful if that was the case.

She shifted how she was laying with him with his foreleg wrapped around her back so that she was on her side with her chest pressed to his, a grin pulling across her lips as she slipped her lithe forelegs around the back of his neck. "Well, it certainly proves why you're able to throw me around the way you do," she replied when he asked how it was to get to see all his muscles that he had been hiding. "Maybe I should be thanking this firefly creature for giving me the opportunity to see every single part of you," she teased in return, her paws tracing across his upper back and shoulders, her muzzle brushing across his cheek and her lips lightly trailing across the curve of his neck. The way he had reacted to even little touches before hadn't slipped by her and she was going to take full advantage of the extra sensitivity his furless skin seemed to have.

Her chest and stomach pressed to his, her soft fur brushing against his toned body. "I will have to be more careful with these though I suppose," she commented with a smirk, extending her claws enough to gently drag them across his skin along his shoulders, following the curve of them around the base of his neck to his chest. "No fur to grip onto any more. My claws would just be digging right into skin." A sly grin pulled across her lips and she lifted her muzzle to give his chin a teasing lick as she added, "Although, that does sound like something you might enjoy."

"Manea Mendacium"

Lying beside her in this moment, it was easy for Alastor to see why he loved Manea so deeply and madly. No matter what unfortunate circumstance he found himself in, she was there with him to laugh it all away and make him feel like the only wolf that mattered. He was a calamitous individual, but she loved him for it. It was part of what made her perfect for him. They were two pieces of a fucked up jigsaw puzzle that meshed so well together that they may as well have been one entity—one soul. Perhaps they were. Manea's beliefs of the Ancient souls would make so much sense, that they were taken from the same spirit. She was his and he was hers because they were always meant to be one.

When Manea began to shift, Alastor lifted his leg enough to provide her room to maneuver, then wrapped her back up in his embrace with her warm, soft chest and belly pressed up to his. Alastor's grin widened, flashing more of the pearly white daggers contained behind ebony lips when his mate wrapped her supple forelegs around his neck and commented on how his physique made it easy to throw her around in the throes of passion they often lost themselves in. A low, lustful murr rumbled in the dire brute's chest like distant thunder, moving his muzzle to run his tongue up along the edge of one violet ear. "It's a rare opportunity for sure. Like what you see, my goddess?" he teased back with a purr vibrating in his rich baritones.

Soft gasps of shocked sensitivity slipped from Alastor while Manea responded to his little affections by tracing her leonine paws across his back and shoulders and her lips roamed from his cheek down the curve of his neck, leaving intense tingles of heat wherever she touched him. Alastor's muzzle tipped up gradually on reflex, offering more of his throat to his mate's teasing. She was taking advantage of his extra sensitive furless skin and he was reveling in it! Manea pulled herself to him, her silky fur tickling over his chest and stomach as he flexed his foreleg to hold her tighter against him, letting her feel his every muscle beneath thin, warm skin pressed to every part of her he could reach.

A hiss of rapture escaped Alastor's mouth when his violet queen flexed her claws over his bare skin, making a comment on how she'd need to be careful with her scythe-like claws on his naked skin. Alastor's obsidian eyes fluttered and nearly rolled back while his mate dragged those deadly claws over his skin around the curve of his shoulders to the base of his neck. Gods, did she know how to get him riled up! The velvety warmth of Manea's tongue lapping at his chin brought Alastor back into reality, blinking through hazy eyes to meet her sly grin with one of his own. Her words flared black fire to life in his irises, another lecherous rumble starting in the dire wolf's core.

"You know me very well, Manea, my love," he replied with a husky chuckle, flexing the paw wrapped around her to ever so slowly rake his claws over her back, keeping every possible inch of their bodies pressed together until Manea was practically wrapped around him beneath the furs. "Though you've never had a problem with sinking those claws into me before. You'll just be able to see exactly what you're doing now. Maybe leave a few noticeable marks to show off your handiwork on your husband." Alastor snickered and parted his jaws to gently catch one of Manea's ears between sharp teeth, barely grazing her delicate appendage while flicking his tongue across it.

"Alastor Mendacium"

"Of course I do, my handsome demon," she replied with a chuckle when he asked if she liked what she saw. Even without his fur he was still the most sexy wolf she had ever laid eyes on and nothing was going to change that. He was perfectly made for her, created to fit her every need and desire just as she had been for him. The ancient spirits certainly knew that they were doing when they entwined their souls together and nothing made her feel more complete than being with her husband and soul mate. Pulling reactions from him lit her desire and need for him alight like nothing else and that was even easier to do right now with his skin so sensitive and easy to tease. She loved all the gasps and tremors she pulled from her darling devil and it only encouraged her to go further and pull more of these delightful reactions from him. Perhaps her favorite was the absolute bliss the feeling of her claws seemed to put him and she already knew she was going to be taking full advantage of that in the time before his fur returned.

She chuckled as he confirmed that she knew him well and hummed with delight at the feeling of his claws and paws moving slowly down her back, their bodies entwined so tightly that it was hard to figure out where one ended and another began. She chuckled with a lustful grin when he pointed out that she hadn't hesitated to claw into him before—something she knew was very true. It was yet another thing that made them perfect for one another. They both favored passion that led to a delightful mix of pain and pleasure and there was quite a few times when their mating became quite bloody. It was really a good thing that she had managed to find them a talented little healer to keep around that could patch them up when their violent sex life got the better of them. Manea smirked at the suggestion that she could leave a few noticeable marks of her handiwork on her mate, his teeth catching her ear making a light shiver tremble down her spine.

"Maybe I'll do just that," she purred with a chuckle, letting her claws lightly drag across his skin again as she followed the curve of his chest. Shifting her eight, she pressed her paws into his chest and pushed him onto his back, rolling with him until her body was draped over top his and she was grinning down at him with the fur blanket draped around her shoulders. She started a trail of kisses and nips along his throat, occasionally catching the tender, naked skin lightly between her teeth. "Would you like that? Having me claw you up and leaving scars on you for the world to see?" she purred against his skin, shifting her hips back into his to press teasingly into more sensitive parts of him with a possessive, rumbling growl in her chest. One of her paws traced over his shoulder, chest, and side again, letting him feel her claws again, though not breaking the skin just yet. "I could certainly make that happen for you if you'd like, my love."

"Manea Mendacium"

Manea confirmed that she still liked what she saw, and from the dark fire smoldering in her aqua gaze, Alastor knew she wasn't just saying that to make him feel good or boost his confidence. He grinned at her, squeezing her svelte body in large paws while a low chuckle vibrated in his chest. She really made him feel all kinds of ways no other wolf ever could. She made him feel strong, handsome, desirable, flawless, rare, unique. When he was with her, Alastor felt like there was nothing he couldn't do. When he was with her, he felt like he was where he was always supposed to be. He'd never put any stock into faith or deities or any higher powers in his life, but Manea made him believe that perhaps there was something to be said about her family's ideals of ancient spirits and soul mates—and maybe, just maybe, he'd found his in the royal violet fae.

His mate's purring words about maybe doing as he suggested and clawing up his furless body sent a thrill of lust through Alastor's body that settled like fire between his thighs. More vibrating murrs were pulled from the dire brute while his wife's claws worked their way over the curvature of his muscles, following the planes of his bare chest until her leonine paws were pressed flat against his pecs. There was a sudden push of weight, and the next thing Alastor knew, he was being rolled onto his back with Manea's body was draped across his like a luxurious fabric and she was straddling his prone form. Obsidian eyes blinked with surprise up at her, but the lecherous grin welcomed her advances, staring up at his beautiful, sexy mate while she held herself above him with the fur blankets hanging off her shoulders around them. Her mouth came down to tear his throat and Alastor tipped his muzzle up to grant her unrestricted access to his most vulnerable part, happy sighs escaping him while she kissed and nipped down his bare throat. She asked if he would like her to claw him up, leave scars on his chiseled body for the world to see where she'd claimed him. The idea was tempting—indescribably so.

Alastor gave a rumbling growl that voiced his lust for his mate, his perfect violet goddess perched atop him like she was meant to be there. He would have responded, had she not stolen his breath when he felt her hips shift back to press into more sensitive parts of his anatomy, drawing gasping groans from the dire brute. His paws moved down her sides to rest of her hips, claws prickling through soft fur to find delicate skin. He pushed his hips back up against hers, rolling into her movements in reply. He huffed, breathing turned short and heavy while she teased his skin with her feline claws. Pure lecherous desire burned in his abyssal eyes for her, his gaze never leaving her slender, supple form on top of his. "I think you should take advantage of all of me while you can, my love," he replied in deep, rumbling baritone, pushing his hips back up to hers to emphasize his insistence to her. Manea certainly knew how to make him feel masculine and manly again, even if he was fully naked of fur anywhere on his body.

"Alastor Mendacium"

Nothing really intoxicated her the way that Alastor did. Every sound, every gasp, every growl, every feeling of his paws on her hips and his hips pressing back up into hers... He was made for her and to keep this fiery passion ignited in her core every moment of every day. She had no doubt about that. A lecherous grin pulled across her lips as he rolled and pressed his hips up into hers as he insisted that she take advantage of all of him while she could, chuckling softly as she pressed herself back into him more firmly, her tail swishing back and forth in slow, teasing motions under the furs that were draped around them, her tail occasionally brushing around one of his thighs or entwining with his own tail. "You know I'll always take full advantage of every part of you for the rest of our days, my demon," she replied breathlessly against his throat, her kisses and nibbles trailing up his neck to follow the curve of his jaw.

She kept working herself against him, building up their desire and need into a wildfire, while her lips found his and claimed them in a heated, passionate kiss for a few lingering moments. When she broke their kiss she sat up a bit so that she was holding herself up with her paws on his chest and she was sitting in his lap, looking down at him with a hungry fire in her aqua gaze, the fur that was draped over her shoulders sliding down her back and pooling around her hips. He pulled all of the deepest desires and and darkest fantasies from her in a way no one else ever could, entwining their endless sexual fire and blood lust into one ravenous need. She continued to work her hips against his while her paws moved down his toned body, her eyes taking in every delicious inch of him. Even without his glorious fur he was still the sexiest wolf she had ever laid eyes on and she was fascinated with the dark skin that his ebony coat had been hiding. A breathless groan escaped her as she shifted her hips to join them together, her claws sinking into his skin as the pleasure and passion drove her onward, losing herself in every feeling and sensation she couldn't get enough of.

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"Manea Mendacium"

Alastor couldn't think of any time in his life when he'd had more fun than when he was in the throes of passion and lust with Manea. That lecherous grin on her lips, the way she looked at him like he were the most perfect being in the universe—with or without fur—and all the things she did to him that showed him just how hot and deep her love for him ran send waves of fire through his bloodstream. At his insistence that she take advantage of him while she could, Alastor groaned when he felt Manea push herself more firmly back into him with her silken softness of her tail brushing back and forth over some very sensitive and firm parts of himself beneath the fur blankets. The dark-furred brute bit his lip to try and stifle another moan while her wonderful tail trailed over his thighs and slowly entwined with his own bare tail, wrapping it up in her rich violet fur. Without any fur, every touch of her own coat against him felt even more incredible, like the sensitivity on his skin and nerves had been cranked up to 11. It was exceedingly erotic and arousing and it had Alastor squirming and twitching gently beneath his soul mate's lustful ministrations.

Manea asserted that she'd take full advantage of every part of him for the rest of their days, her voice husky and breathless against his throat before she began to pepper his delicate skin with kisses and nibbles up his throat to his jaw. Alastor's breathing hitched, the grin on his face never faltering while his mate smothered him in little needy affections. The next thing he knew, Manea's mouth was crushing down to his, her tongue finding its way into his maw while he greeted it with his own and a deep, guttural groan for her. Her hips continued to press and work against his own beneath the furs, both keeping him warm and also stoking his need and desire into a raging wildfire. Their kiss broke some moments later, leaving Alastor breathing faster and harder while Manea lifted herself up until she was sitting in his lap, grinning up at the fire he saw in those gorgeous aqua eyes. Her paws on his chest kept him pinned in place, unable to do anything but enjoy the way she pleased him and worked them both up. The fur that had been hanging around her shoulders slid down her perfect nubile body, gathering around the curves of her hips and waist with every languid movement she made against him.

Manea had always been a veritable goddess of sex and fertility to him, but in this moment, with the way she was straddling his lap and looking down at him while she worked herself against him, Alastor had never been more in awe and in love with her. His paws flexed over her hips, doing nothing to impede her motions, savoring everything she did to him and for him. Together, the two lecherous wolves kept this lustful dark fire burning between them in perpetuity, its embers never fading nor going out. She was everything he ever wanted, ever needed, ever fantasized of. The way she looked at him with nothing less than a primal hunger made that need clench deep in his gut, especially when her paws began to follow her eyes and roam over his body, tracing every curve, dip, and line of definition on his muscles. If her goal had been to make him feel manly and sexy, she'd accomplished that and then some! Alastor's thoughts were cut off then when he felt Manea shift her hips back just right to take him into her, his face contorting in a silent groan as he gave a deep sigh of bliss and satisfaction. That expression grimaced a bit when her claws bit into his skin at long last, mixing pleasure with pain and taking him for one hell of a ride. Together, the two of them lost themselves in their own unique blend of wild, passionate mating, and neither would end the night without some fresh marks on their bodies.

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"Alastor Mendacium"