If You Only Knew

Alastor · 12-07-2020, 07:04 PM

Alastor had been expecting rage, indignant and uncontrollable. He had been expecting hate and heartbreak and violence. It was what Lurid was known for, after all. Mercy and understanding were not her forte. What he got instead were tears and a heavy sigh. He had not been prepared for such a sudden and honest expression of emotion from his dark queen. His brow furrowed in a cocktail of confusion and bewilderment. She seemed almost... relieved? Why would she be relieved by his explanation? He'd just told her why he could never be what she wanted him to be, and she was taking comfort in it? He was about to press her for an explanation when the moonlit goddess offered it to him first. She repeated her titles to him, placing special emphasis on the Mother of Monsters. Alastor tightened his lips into a fine line. He had always thought that title to simply be ceremonial, or in reference to her violent band of misfits she called a pack—not to literal demonic monsters!

Despite her confidence in her own prowess and regality, Alastor remained deeply concerned for Lurid's safety by whatever may spawn between them. Normal wolf pups they birthed would be touched by whatever dark forces had twisted and created the two of them, but with another layer of evil bestowed upon them... What if they were carnivorous cannibals that ate her alive from the inside out? What if they were horrifically deformed, destined to nothing but an early and painful death? He had no way of knowing, and it was that unknown factor that scared him the most and made him fear for Lurid's life.

Lurid's words brought him a little comfort, but what got the dark dire wolf out of his self-deprecating slump was when she referred to him by his future title. Red-tipped ears pricked up atop his skull, black eyes rising to meet hers with a familiar spark of life turning them back into the shining chunks of onyx she had always adored. She truly was unafraid of him or what he might bring with him. How could she be so calm and confident in the face of this unknown threat? Did she not care for her own safety? Or maybe... maybe he was being too cautious and worrying too much. If his queen was unafraid of what was to come, why should he be? Hell, he didn't even know if any of this was real. Perhaps it had all been one tremendous bluff to mess with his mind. Boy, wouldn't he feel like a damned fool then! A slow smile spread across his face as he came out of his depression. It would take him some time to truly get over the trauma, and even then, he doubted the worry would fully abate until after their first litter was born, until he had proven to himself that his cock and balls were not carrying some deadly threat to his lover.

"Forgive my selfishness, Lurid. I should have been honest with you as soon as we got out of that damned cave..." Alastor met Lurid's eyes with his own, marveling at how beautiful she was, especially veiled in the silvery moonlight. Whatever gods had granted him the good fortune to earn Lurid's favor years ago had his praise, as it had afforded him the chance to be with her like this tonight. "I should never doubt myself like that. You don't doubt me, Lu Lu, and whatever happens, we'll face it together. I was trying to protect you..." He chuckled under his breath. "...but you don't need my protecting from me. You are Lurid Amarix, and the shadows quake in fear of you. How silly of me to think I could ever do anything to harm you."

Alastor slowly raised a paw up to her face, reaching forward to caress her cheek with his paw pads. She was his queen—his, and no one else's. He would never doubt that ever again. If it weren't for her injured leg, Alastor would not have held himself back from enjoying her in the most carnal of ways. He would have savored her touch, her feel, her scent, her taste—all of her. He was trying to be careful with her, despite the primal desires smoldering like a subdued fire within him. Soon he would be able to show her how much she was his and he was hers. For now, he would have to settle for what he could get. A dark fire blazed in his eyes, and the brute chuckled before murmuring, "You make it so fucking hard to behave around you, my beautiful moonbeam." Teeth flashing in a grin, he leaned his muzzle forward aimed to capture her lips in a kiss reminiscent of the one she had given him when they had escaped the cave. She might rebuke his advances, but Alastor was done pretending she was some porcelain doll that needed to be shielded from the world. Lurid was a force of nature—his force of nature—and he was going to let their nature take its course tonight.

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