Be Not Afraid of Monsters

Alastor · 12-13-2020, 03:19 PM

Following Lurid through the midnight forest had been an easy feat, especially given she was quite literally glowing in the moonlight and running on three legs. Alastor had stuck close to his queen, playfully nipping at her tail and rump as they went just to keep the embers burning. Excitement welled within the man; after years of teasing and flirting with danger, Lurid was finally allowing him a taste of the exclusive benefits afforded to him and him alone. He followed his queen down to the caves of Dreamer's Col, unable to keep his eyes off of her all the way. When she made her selection of caves, Alastor slipped ahead of her to scout and make sure it was abandoned. Although he was thinking more with his cock than his head at this point, his instinctive need to protect her compelled him to make sure there were no unwelcome surprises inside. Once cleared, he turned back to her with a wide grin and ravenous eyes beckoning her into their temporary lair.

Although he wanted nothing more than to pounce on Lurid and pick up right where they'd left off, Alastor was keen enough to notice the glimpse of concern in Lurid's eyes. She was still debating herself on what she wanted. He couldn't blame her; he understood how important and sacred her rites and customs were to her and her family. Alastor's grin slipped a little, simmering down to a softer smile as he padded over to his betrothed. He would never force himself on her, nor force her to do something she didn't want. Anything that happened tonight happened mutually—or it didn't happen at all. Besides, there were plenty of other ways for them to enjoy one another without her having to sacrifice her purity if she so desired.

Alastor paused once he was only a breath away from Lurid, bringing one large paw up to go to press to her lower back and urge her to sit. If she did, he would wind that same paw around her waist to pull her body closer to his until there was no space left separating them. His onyx eyes never left hers, savoring the look in those holographic lavender gemstones with every touch and every breath and every second that slipped between them. Alastor didn't say a word as he savored her, all of her, in this moment. Wanting to hear all of those noises he'd been able to draw out of her earlier, the red brindled brute brought his muzzle back to her cheek, starting a slow trail of bites, licks, and kisses along the edge of her jaw, following the curve of her neck down. Tonight was all for them, and they were going to enjoy one another the way two wolves destined for one another should, creating their own customs in the midst of their sins.

"Speech" | Thoughts

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