Be Not Afraid of Monsters

It was late at night, evidenced by the full moon that hung fat in the sky, like an omen. As they moved through the shadows of the trees, a moonbeam, and her shadow, a certain thrill-filled the luminous beauty. She longed for the chase, a dance of sorts, one part of a much larger ritual. She would have to settle with the short distance run, her broken leg still healing and even the jarring of a gentle lope made the limb ache and throb. The cleverly administered nips from Alastor served to spur her on, driving her nearly mad with desire. Her need for him curled in the pit of her stomach, a dragon that had been prodded back to consciousness and demanded to be sated. Warmth filled her frame, from head to tail, until she was only a raging inferno. When she found the perfect cave, Alastor couldn't help but make sure it was indeed unoccupied. Pity that it was empty, she would have...what? She would have what? Watched while Alastor killed whatever had been inside? In her haze, she nearly forgot her leg. The look he gave her sent its own thrill through her, igniting fires deep within her soul that threatened to consume her. Lurid found herself at a crossroads, she could keep him slavering over her until they had their family and their home restored or she could potentially bind him to her now. If she did give him what they both so desperately wanted, the ghostly queen knew he would always be hers. As far as she knew he had kept his own purity, though it mattered little if he had practiced along the way. Alastor had always proven faithful, and despite his often monstrous deeds, he was trustworthy to Lurid. There was something special in knowing he only allied himself with her, something exotic and powerful, like having a tiger on a golden leash. The scent of him invaded her nose and intoxicated her mind, bringing her out of her thoughts. The look he gave her made her breathless as he silently bade her sit, normally commands wouldn't be received well, but Lurid found something exhilarating in giving him this control.

She was rewarded as she sat, Alastor's dark paw wrapping around her and pulling her close enough that nothing separated them. It was shocking to find that her body matched his, and she sucked in a breath as she gazed up at her lover with hooded holographic lavender. The black of his pelt melded perfectly with the shadows of the cave and Lurid gave a heady laugh as she played with the idea of making love to shadows. Her shadow. Keeping her gaze locked with the blazing onyx of Alastor's intense stare, the pallid lady found herself slowly coming around to his side of the playing field. Perhaps she should let him take her. After all, he was hers and she was his. He covered her, devoured her, savored her, and brought forth purr-like growls and little yips of pleasure from his queen. Each kiss, nip, bite, lick, and scratching motion was reciprocated, all the while keeping her leg tucked close or moved out of their way. The intensity grew, and something primal began to consume her, the world began to spin. Lurid was a creature of darkness, her mind long ago twisted by a wretched combination of nurture, nature, and luck. That darkness spilled and overflowed the dam now. Alastor had managed to wind himself into the depths of Lurid's mind, find the beast that slept there, and wake it up. The beast was hungry! If they were going to bring themselves together, they were going to do it properly. She could feel his desire, her own beckoned like a second heat in the still air of the cave. A slow, wicked smile formed on the moonlit goddess's flawless face as she gazed at the wolf who would be hers and hers alone. She took him in, Adonis-like features enhanced by the scar that now graced his brow, starving fuck-me eyes staring deep into her soul.

Yes. She would let him deflower her, he was a dark god himself, and he was hers. He could worship at her alter if he so wished. It would please her, of this she was certain. Looking at him now, Lurid paused, panting and practically quaking with her need. It was sudden, like the snap of a rubber band against the skin when it's not expected. Porcelain jaws struck, landing on the side of his neck if he didn't flinch away from her. Her bite was only enough to pierce the flesh, though she only pressed enough to send her canine teeth through. Provided he didn't pull back or try to break away from her grasp, Lurid would soothe the bite with her tongue without letting go of him, drinking him in should she succeed in her vicious love bite. If he let her continue her dark tasting, Lurid would give a guttural, pleasured moan as he filled her senses. She would curl herself into his form, her desire amplified by the dark kiss. Would he accept her, all of her? Even the vampiric parts of her?