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Fang and Claw

Lurid



Alastor

"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
1130
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
553
player
Joe

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1KHalloween 2020 - Spooky Cave
12-05-2020, 03:08 PM


He felt his body weight make contact with hers. He felt the world tumbling forward. Alastor grinned; he had her now! And then the world continued to tumble forward, and gravity shifted around him. Wait, what? Their momentum should have stopped once he had Lurid's back on the ground. A quick analysis of his orientation revealed that he was now rolling forward, Lurid using their momentum and his own weight against him to keep their roll going. No no no no no no no NO...! Soft sand met his back, and then a push to his chest had him slammed back to the earth. Black eyes blinked in surprise, opening wide to gaze up in stunned shock at the enraged lavender gaze glaring almost hatefully down at him. Lurid had him pinned to the beach without any way to successfully overpower her, if he even could at all. Alastor was left stuck in a vulnerable, exposed position beneath his alpha. Lurid hadn't been lying when she said she'd kept up with her training regiments on her own. A surge of pride welled within him, happy to see she hadn't abandoned her old ways in favor of playing house with her "adopted" son.

"Stop!" bellowed Alastor, his voice loud and commanding, but distinctly not yelling. The words were meant to halt not just her, but more so to reign in the snarling monster lusting for blood that was stirring within him. Being pinned beneath his lovely leader helped as well, as his mind was suddenly focused on lusting for something else entirely, the salty metallic tang of Lurid's blood all but fading on his tongue by now. The wide smile returned to the male's face as he snickered, then chuckled, then burst into a raucous laugh. "You've got me in a checkmate. Well done! I'm very glad to see you haven't been neglecting your training, haha!" Alastor wanted to reach up and touch her face, to nuzzle her cheek, to congratulate her in all the physical ways he had longed to do so since she'd left him behind, but he let her savor her victory pin first. Besides, he could think of far worse positions to be in than pinned by the radiant beauty that was the Amarix empress.

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