If You Only Knew

Lurid had long ago learned how to conquer fear, the only way to do so was to face it head-on and stare it down. While the prospect of misshapen children with horns and cleft palates did scare her, Lurid knew that they had about the same odds and any other couple to get such things. The one thing she knew was that she would not let fear dictate who she got to love, she would not allow Alastor to surrender to such things either. They had endured so much already, why should they quit now? Abuse, neglect, famine, disaster, plague, death...They had been up against some of the worst things life had to throw at anyone, even the death of their parents had been shared. Granted, Alastor's brand of loss in that regard was unique to him, but it was something Lurid admired him for. Alastor was the one who knew her better than she knew herself, just as she knew him. Lurid was unshakeable in her belief that the robed figure's prediction was a sign that they were on the right track, that his premonition of monsters to come meant she would succeed in her goals with Alastor at her side.

He seemed slow to believe her, sluggish in coming around, but she remained steadfast. The effect her words and behavior toward him had was showing, and Lurid was content to let him work his way back to her. She never wanted to experience this particular fear again, the thought of losing Alastor now, even without the formal bonds of matrimony tying them together...The notion that it was even possible made her afraid. Would he still want her if their children did come out as some kind of horrifying travesty that begged for culling? Even in her head, she refused to bow to fear or insecurity, knowing full well that would be admitting defeat. When she was finally able to meet Alastor's gaze again, there was a spark in the stygian depths that had been noticeably absent before. Despite what her father thought of him, Lurid knew she had made the right choice in Dread Father. Suitors had paraded themselves at her, but they had never managed to excite her. Each of them had been the cookie-cutter, stereotypical "bad boy" and not of them had actually had it in them to make her heart rise above a steady cadence. Until Alastor had come to the court.

The pale demoness was unsure even now if he had made his entrance on purpose or if he had truly been attending some other matter, but he had stumbled upon the betrothal battles. Suitors had pitted themselves against one another in an effort to curry her favor, but they lacked any substance to their fights. There had been no magic in the air until her eyes landed on Alastor. Something had clicked in her head, as he had lifted his gaze as well and their abysmal depths locked onto hers. It had seemed as though the cavernous hall had pitched and swirled until it all revolved around him. There had been an undeniable tug toward the warrior that she had to fight herself to keep from reacting to him. That had also been the day when she stunned the entire pack, they had not thought she would pick any of the contenders - purposeful or otherwise. When her brilliant, glittering form had moved across the distance toward the dark knight, the entire congregation gasped with stunned delight. He had been busy defending himself against another suitor when she made her approach. The now-dead male had been rearing up when she came for him, headbutting the male's ribs to remove him from Alastor. The male stood, excited, thinking she had chosen him to fight. She hadn't. In that instant, she made it very clear who she would have walking beside her, and he was a wolf who struck fear into the hearts of the entire pack. She had attacked Alastor, rolling him swiftly into a pin, which had been quickly reversed, and as ceremony dictated when she picked her future mate, Lurid made no move to dislodge him.

It was that day when he had managed to actually pin her to the floor, that she knew he was hers and she would be his. Before then, he had been a childhood friend, a confidante, someone to run to when lessons had been too hard on a little girl and she'd only wanted a hug. Alastor had - from an early age - ensured that Lurid had no security without him. If there was no Alastor, Lurid was prone to fits of rage, murderous rage. Kichi's parents had been subject to this. She was a terror on her own, Alastor helped her through all of that. Seeing the way he looked at her now, the deep jet of his eyes piercing into her soul made her hungry. Did he fear cannibals? Lurid herself was known to dabble in such taboo oddities as cannibalism when the occasion called for it. "Foolish indeed to think I would be afraid of our little hell-spawn." Her dual vocals were low, husky sounding, the soft whispers that usually danced behind her voice seemingly enhanced.

A soft gasp escaped her as he made his gentle caressing contact against her cheek, spellbound as even that simple gesture made her skin tingle in little silvery trails that followed where ever he touched her. Her eyes sought the hell-mouths of his own, technicolor rainbows meeting monochromatic black unflinchingly. Her heart flip-flopped in her chest as she recalled the kiss from the caverns, and in subconscious feminine fashion, she brushed the tip of her tongue against her lips as the memory drifted through her mind. "Do not ever try to leave me again..." She let the heartbreak resound in her voice as she met his hungry gaze, panic rising once again to try and claim her. In response to the spike in her blood pressure, her broken limb throbbed in a painful reminder that she needed to avoid straining herself. But...what if she didn't have to stress her leg? Alastor's admission stole her breath, he looked at her as if he wanted to devour her, and Lurid found herself thrilled rather than appalled.

An unnamed feeling stirred low in her gut as virginal nerves took her over, but she found herself tempted to give in to the carnal delights those eyes promised. She would have responded with some clever quip about the difficulty of behaving and why he should stop restraining himself, but he seemed to have no problem with the solution. Eagerly, he captured her lips, hot and demanding, as if he needed her to breathe. Her eyes widened, but soon rolled shut with pleasure as she allowed herself the freedom of getting lost in Alastor. Soft womanly sounds escaped her through panting breaths, needy whines and heady growls joined the sounds in her own siren song. Her smile would curve against his lips, and she carefully scooted herself closer to him, fully engaging him and infusing emotions of her own into their contact. She met him motion for motion, with nips of scolding anger for thinking he could leave her, then earnest pressure of a starving woman, Lurid feasted on him as much as he feasted on her. Lurid burned the way one would after a shot of high-dollar whiskey, low in her gut and radiating outward. She only broke their kiss to give loving, but rough nips to his jaw and neck, quickly returning to his lips. Lurid would let Alastor lead them, ceremony and custom be damned, she needed him. Lurid felt the need to bind him to her with more than words, she couldn't risk him trying to leave her again, but more than that. The demonic queen could feel his need for her as well, and she wouldn't deny him this time.