If You Only Knew

Alastor · 12-13-2020, 02:52 PM

So lost had he been in the heady lust and need for his queen that Alastor had completely disregarded his surroundings. It was only once the ghostly white femme had rolled over onto her stomach, denying him permission to venture any further south that he blinked past stunned coal eyes to peer up at her with a quizzical look. The expression on her face told him to keep going, but the way she had moved just out of his reach perplexed him. Then she explained why, and Alastor took a moment to process her words. Oh, right! He glanced back at the mouth of the hollowed tree mere yards away from them. It wouldn't do either of them any good if the young pup inside were to wake up and stumble upon them in the throes of passion. That was a conversation neither of them needed nor wanted to have with the boy just yet!

Alastor's ears fell bashfully to his head as he realized just how close he'd been to that slip up. Before he could respond though, Lurid had sat up and leaned back into his body, gracing his lower jaw with wonderful bites and kisses that stirred sins deep inside him. No doubt she'd be able to feel the effects she was having on him with her body pressed so close to his too. A wolfish grin returned to his features, and he turned his muzzle to return the nips to her forehead and delicate ears. Lurid then slipped away from him and took off into the dark forest, leaving the dark brute sitting where she had just been, watching as she began leading the way away. It took him a few embarrassingly long seconds to realize she was leading him away from the den to continue their antics. Once realization dawned on him, Alastor's grin widened and he jumped to his paws, pausing only long enough to glance back at the den. He was concerned to leave Kichi on his own, but the aching need in his balls and promise of sex left behind in Lurid's wake were too much to ignore.

The answer to his concerns peeked out of the den after a moment. Alastor locked eyes with Ilyn, the polar bear checking on his master. Ilyn would protect the boy while he took care of Lurid's more baser needs. Still grinning like a madman, Alastor simply said, "Stay with the boy," before he turned off after his empress. Alastor had never given commands before, having never held rank nor a companion of his own—but if he was about to indulge in some of the pleasures that came with being Lurid's Dread Father, perhaps it was time to start getting used to the idea. Heavy paws pounding the ground, the black and red male bolted into the nighttime forest in pursuit of his betrothed, following her scent and the glimpses of her silvery white form like a specter in the woods to wherever she deigned to take them.

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Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
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