Be Not Afraid of Monsters
Alastor
Defender
Bloodletter
12-18-2020, 01:24 AM
This was it. This was the moment that Alastor's like had been leading up to. Every action, every decision, everything had been building him to this singular moment with Lurid. Although his path had been dark, broken, and fraught with dangers and challenges, all the trials and tribulations he had gone through to reach his prize had been a small price to pay. Alastor would gladly do it all over again knowing where he had ended up. The sensations of Lurid's body shaking and squirming against his in his grasp were beyond arousing, and the sound she made... oh gods, those sounds...! Every whine, every whimper, all the little feminine noises that escaped his queen making him shudder with euphoria. The way she sucked in a strangled breath made his heart skip a beat, and other parts of him ache with need. The tension building up inside him was so powerful it was almost painful, like a spring wound too tightly and threatening to explode at a moment's notice. Some small part of Alastor's brain that still retained his consciousness tried to absorb and memorize this moment for future reference, but the greater, more feral side that had control of his body only sought to savor and enjoy. He was in control now, and he would do whatever he wanted. In his eyes, Lurid had become his prey, hot and needy and begging to be dominated, deflowered, defiled, destroyed. Her body pleaded to him to take what he wanted.
So she had wished it, so it shall be.
All the while, Alastor's jaws remained locked around Lurid's throat, refusing to grant her a millimeter of reprieve from his choking grasp. She was his and she would know it. His tongue ran long, languid licks against the tender flesh of her throat, tracing the thumping arteries in her neck where his fangs precariously poked into her skin, tasting every urgent beat of her heart against his tongue. The animal in him measured her heartbeats in response to the amount of squirming she was doing, making sure he wasn't choking her to the point of uselessness. He wanted to show her who was the dominant one here tonight. With a simple twist of his head or a squeeze of his jaws, he could take her life from her without any fight. That was how deep the trust between them ran; a trust so strong it bridged the gap between life and death, pleasure and pain. He loved her in his own way, and she loved him in her own. Fortunately, the monster within him didn't want her life or her blood. Alastor lusted for something far more pleasant. But he wouldn't take what he wanted just yet. The animal inside wanted to hear her first, to push her right to the edge of death or insanity and make her give in. He was a patient wolf; he had waited this long for her, after all. What was a few more seconds? After all, she had to give in if she wanted to breathe...
Black eyes gazed down into the pleasure-glazed holographic white-lavenders of Lurid's while he listened to her choke out a couple more sounds, each one making him quiver with ecstasy. Her eyes seemed distant, unfocused, as if she were losing herself to the indulgence of this moment—or maybe it was the oxygen deprivation beginning to take a toll on her. Her claws raked down his side, drawing another rumbling growl from the brute on top of her to reverberate against her throat. His tongue pressed to her carotid, feeling her heartbeat slowing just a touch. She would be losing control any second now, yielding to him completely. Alastor wanted that moment so badly. He hungered for that apex of when he took every ounce of control from her, leaving Lurid helpless beneath him with only him to beg to, only to immediately give her everything she had wanted and more. Of course he would never harm his queen—but the longer he kept precious air from filling her lungs, the more control he exerted over her and created the illusion that he just might snuff her out without a second thought. That was what he wanted to do: to walk the tightrope with her. Will he or won't he? Where was the line? What was his limit? Lurid had no way of knowing, and Alastor was aching to see when she'd tap out and relinquish herself to him wholly.
More time slipped by. Alastor heard a strangled sound the likes of which he'd never heard Lurid make before. The sound was lovely in her duo-tones and made his eyes flutter in delight like he'd taken a hit of a drug. Her sounds were like a beautiful melody to his demented mind, pleading for him to stop. He did not yield. She would yield to him. She pressed against him harder, squirming against sensitive parts in all the most wonderful of ways. He did not yield; she would yield to him. A few more seconds. By now, Lurid must have been dancing between consciousness and blacking out, or at least fading into that realm. Her eyes continued to search for him, but he saw the struggle it took for her to stay focused. Finally she gave him what he wanted. His name, half whined and half growled, asking him for what she direly needed with an insistent push of her hips to his. She had yielded, and now so would he.
Alastor finally released Lurid's throat, allowing her a couple of heavy gasps for breath to recover before he pounced again, claiming her mouth in a deep, heated kiss. One powerful thigh slipped between her hind legs and would go to push them apart. If she offered him no resistance, as he expected her to, Alastor settled himself between her legs, his body fitting perfectly around hers like a puzzle piece finding its perfect match. His large paw around her waist would grip tighter to hold her as close as possible. Claws dug into her skin to keep her held securely, possessively. She was his, and he would have her now and forever more. His lips left hers just before he pressed himself forward to find her, not stopping until his hips met hers. He wanted to hear those sounds she made for the first time, and by the time he was done, he wanted all of Boreas to have heard his moonlight queen screaming his name to the night as the shadows devoured her alive.
— FADE —
"Speech" | Thoughts
Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.
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