If You Only Knew

Alastor · 12-08-2020, 02:28 AM

The soft gasp he elicited from Lurid with such a simple touch was like taking a hit of a stimulant, the quiet sound making the small grin on his lips spread wider to reveal more of those pearly-white knives in his jaws. Alastor was entranced by her; her voice captivated him, that urgent and needy look in those shimmering holographic optics stole his breath, and the way she shifted her body closer to his stoked the fire blazing in his core. Blackened heart thumped hard against his chest, pumping magma through his veins that seared him from the inside out. In her eyes, he saw their entire lives; their pasts, presents, and futures dancing in the swirls of blending holo colors. She whispered a simple command to him. "Do not ever try to leave me again..." The worry and pain in her voice rang clear like a knell. I will never leave you, Lurid, my love... Though his words remained in his head, he let them seep out through his actions. The moment his lips made contact with Lurid's, the explosion started, and once it began nothing could stop the inferno from raging on.

Heavy breaths and muted growls rumbled from the dire brute as he crushed his muzzle carefully against hers. Lips and tongue worked in harmony with Lurid's, capturing the taste of her mouth, the heat of her breath, the music of those wonderful sounds she was making. The man's pride—amongst other parts—swelled to the knowledge that he was the one causing her to act this way. It would only ever be him to have the empress this way. This moment was his prize, these actions his reward, and Lurid his destiny. His paw stroked her cheek, claws tracing the bottom of her jaw to loop around behind her head and play with a delicate ear all while keeping her from pulling back without his consent. Another black paw reached up to catch her by her waist as the gorgeous femme scooted closer, sliding her the rest of the way until their bodies were pressed together. Despite his baser needs taking control of his brain, Alastor remained cognizant of where Lurid's injured paw was; he wanted to please and excite her, not hurt her after all. But he wanted her—all of her—and he was going to have her. The devil only broke their mouths apart whenever they needed to breathe, heated exhales forming thin clouds of fog in the cool night air between them while they panted and gasped, thin trails of saliva shining like silver strings between their mouths, only to disappear when they went at one another once more.

Between kisses and rounds of making out, Lurid busied herself with covering his neck and jaw with small yet insistent nips and bites, drawing heavier gasps and husky moans from her betrothed. Paws flexed around her, digging claws into her waist on reflex. Grinning to himself, he happily joined in her game, teeth catching one of her soft ears between sharp canines whenever she went for his neck, only to return the favor to her own jaw when she hunted for his. He knew Lurid so well, but now they were learning each other in far more intimate and salacious ways. It was bound to happen at some point, he supposed. Ever since they had been bound to one another, it had been an inevitability. Yet even knowing what was coming, nothing could have prepared the dire wolf for what a whirlwind the actual moment would feel like. With an ever widening grin, Alastor pressed further, moving his paw from behind her head to wrap around her upper back. Keeping a tight hold on his lover, he carefully leaned their weights to the side, attempting to maneuver them so he could lay her down gingerly upon her back on the grass. This was the only way he could think to position them that didn't involve her putting any weight on her broken leg and where he could also make sure he didn't nudge or jostle it. If she relented and allowed him to move her, Alastor would position himself above her, surrounding her with his entire being and shielding her from the unworthy world.

As Alastor gazed down at his beautiful queen, a more genuine expression of love and admiration mixed with that hungry, wild look of lust in his obsidian eyes. Seeing the way Lurid seemed to glow like a diamond in the moonlight was bewitching. She had poisoned his mind like a drug, taking over his spirit and soul and possessing him like a specter. He wanted to love her and guard her away from everything like a cherished secret, yet at the same time ravage and fuck her until she screamed his name to the heavens to declare that Alastor of the Mirovis Empire had claimed her. She was his beginning and his end, his alpha and his omega. He would live and die by her every breath, just as he had known he'd do from the first day she had shown him a shred of kindness. Memories flickered through his mind like a skipping film reel. All at once, he was back in the darkness of his childhood home, sticky and soaked with blood, laughing and crying to himself until her dulcet duo-toned voice had called out to him. He would never forget that first moment he laid eyes upon Lurid Amarix. She had brought him food, come to make sure he hadn't died, and when she saw he had been abandoned and orphaned, stayed and spoke with him like her equal. Alastor had never given two shits about the Amarix family that ruled the pack; in his opinion, they had all been silver-spoon assholes who didn't even know he existed. That all changed when Lurid found him.

Alastor would lean in to claim Lurid's mouth in another desperate kiss, missing her taste on his tongue already. The memories skipped forward suddenly. He was a season away from turning two. An Amarix bodyguard had fetched him from his den with urgency and brought him to a gristly scene. Lurid had killed another wolf in a fit of mental breakdown and was presently trying to gouge out the throat of another. He had never really figured out what had happened to get her in such a state, but he remembered pulling Lurid away and positioning himself between her and the rest of the world. It had earned him a reflexive bite and scratch from the Amarix princess, but once he had her restrained in a tight embrace and held on the ground, she began to settle down, just as he had done when he'd found her in the caves recently. How many nights had he spent lying awake with Lurid after she'd sneak out? How many secrets had they shared? How many hours had she vented and raged to him about the tribulations she faced? How many times did he just hold her when she asked for it? He couldn't even begin to count... but he could remember the night he confessed to her about his childhood, the monster that was his father, and how he had slew him in cold blood. As far as he knew, Lurid had never shared that with anyone.

As Alastor began to shift his mouth from hers to roam across Lurid's neck and throat, he would go to return every kiss, lick, and bite she had given him back to her, working his way down the tender skin of her neck. He wished he could feel her pulse, to get an extra kick of adrenaline to feel her heart race whenever he did something. His was currently slamming into his ribcage like a hammer, threatening to burst from his chest. His muzzle moved down, following the curve of her neck to the hollow of her throat and upper chest, continuing his work down her body while black eyes were either peering up at her to catch every reaction or gliding closed to savor and focus on his work. Large black paws ran slowly down her sides, claws extended to part through her pristine white fur and rake at the soft skin just below, feeling and following every smooth curve and trace of muscle he could find. He was studying Lurid's body, memorizing her form. Being able to touch the empress like this was the greatest privilege; Alastor was going to make sure she took as much pleasure out of this as he was.

Once more, his memories jumped forward to the day that changed his life forever. He had been wandering the tunnels of the Mirovis caves when he passed by two gossips, catching the words that stopped the dire brute in his tracks. "Big to-do at the Amarix caves. Today is the day Lurid is to choose her suitor!" Alastor had known what Lurid's future entailed; she had detailed it to him during their private rendezvous. Well, he couldn't miss this! Alastor made his way to the Amarix chambers, talking his way past the guards at the entrance with sweet lies that Lurid had invited him for the show. He had been well-known as Lurid's friend, and between that and the known fact that he was a homicidal maniac, he was allowed entry. Alastor had made it into court just in time to watch the start of the courting battles. In all honesty, he had only been there to see who was competing for Lurid's heart. Several contenders were fighting tooth and nail in the vast chamber, and as Alastor watched them scrap, his gaze instinctively turned to find Lurid, watching the battles with such disdain on her face. Then she looked up and their eyes met. Time froze. Glistening lavender holograph locked with vacuous black. Her expression changed, something shifting in the way she looked at him. Alastor's casual smile had slipped from his face when he saw her, his facade gone the moment she saw him. She looked so unhappy. Alastor knew this was his one chance, and he knew what he had to do.

Grinning widely across the room to Lurid with a smile that spoke of his intentions, the dire wolf muscled his way through the crowd and onto the battlefield. He hadn't noticed the gasps or whispers, all he saw was one of the suitors turn to him and the look of dread on his face. Alastor liked the way the male looked at him. The male lunged, unwilling to give up his claim to the Amarix princess. Alastor was more than happy to engage him. He was ruthless in his fighting, biting and clawing and tearing at anything remotely close to flesh, unafraid to spill blood in an event he had essentially crashed. None of these scum were worthy of his Lurid, not if they couldn't defeat him. The first one yielded easily, the second that came for him proved to be a better match. Alastor hadn't even been aware of how many males were fighting in the skirmish until Lurid suddenly appeared in front of him, knocking his opponent away and fixing him with a steely gaze. There was that look in her eyes, a pleading challenge for him. Then she pounced. The fight with Lurid had mostly been a blur at the time, the only thing Alastor recalling with absolute clarity being those eyes and the smile on her face when he finally got her down into a pin. She had put up a challenge, but made no effort to continue the fight once he had her. She had made her choice clear. Alastor's heart had leapt up into his throat, and just like that, their worlds were forever intertwined, and his life would never be the same.

Chuckling to himself while grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Alastor paused his slow descent down Lurid's body just above her lower stomach. He moved to press his nose into her thick fur to breathe in her scent like taking a hit of cocaine. She was the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world and he was getting higher and higher with every second exposed to her. There were oh so many wonderfully lewd things he wanted to do with his queen, but he knew of the strict customs and traditions her family held in high regard. Regardless of his own urges, needs, and desires, he would never put her in a position to compromise her peace of mind, body, and soul. "I want you, Lurid," he said, his profession spoken with a heated, lust-laden voice against her skin. "I want to do everything I can to you. But you and I both know why I cannot." The brute placed a long, languid kiss and lick across her lower belly, glancing up over her form to her elegant features. His eyes smoldered with unspoken and unabashed lust. "Unless my queen were to command it, of course..." He grinned again, his paws moving towards her hips to keep her held close and still. "I will never make you beg, darling. But I will make you command me."

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