Desire for blood

Her gossamer body still hummed with residual pleasure and throbbed at various points with a pain that could only be described as decadent as they made their way home to the redwood forest. Every now and again she would lean against Alastor, giggling like a school girl as she rode her after-sex high the whole way to the den. Lurid had never felt this good while being this sore, but she was determined to squeeze every ounce of happiness from the experience. It had been a crazy night for them both, from potential heartbreak to finally becoming one in a single night was bound to give anyone emotional whiplash. The alabaster empress found herself staring at Alastor more than watching where she was going, not wanting to dwell on just how close she had come to losing him because of some unearthly being in a cave. If she ever saw that thing again, she would openly feast on it. She had been possessive of her dark knight before, protective as well, but something shifted tonight. Being tortured every day would look like heaven compared to what she would do to any other being who dared try and sever their bond, mortal or otherwise. He was her anchor, just as she was his. Holographic eyes stared lovingly at the demon who possessed her so thoroughly, unable to keep herself from watching how he moved with her. As they got closer to home, she went to speak her mind, to tell Alastor how much she loved him, how much he meant to her, but even as her lips parted Alastor silenced her.

Her brows furrowed for a moment out of hurt, but then she saw his expression and followed his gaze around the immediate area. It was quiet...too quiet. Instantaneously, a physical shift occurred in the ivory devil, a visible shift. Cold dread slapped her into reality, filling her with maternal panic. Her eyes shifted toward Alastor as he moved forward, but she found herself rooted in place, trying not to panic. She could hear him searching the den, her ears focusing in on the deep, heavy sounds of Ilyn's familiar sleeping breaths. 'Lurid, he's not here...' The moonlight heathen blinked in the darkness, 'Lurid, he's not here...' Had she heard correctly? Why was it suddenly so cold?

Not a moment later, without saying anything, Lurid started searching for her baby's scent and followed the freshest trail with a three-legged lope. Alastor moved ahead of her' faster than she could be in her current state. Curse that stupid bug god! She would rip the wings from every lightning bug she saw from now on if anything happened to her child. She was still catching up when her dark knight called to her urgently, which had hsr adjusting her course and making a beeline for them. Her left forelimb ached from exertion, but she made it to them just as Alastor asked what happened. Was Kichi hurt? Kichi had better not be hurt! Then she saw the blood, then the gash, and her sight zeroed in on it. Kichi was hurt! Without hesitation she curled up around her baby, wordless but visibly stressed with tears in her eyes! She tried really hard not to be angry with the boy for getting himself hurt by sneaking out again, the time for that would come later. "What happened, Little Love?" He was shaken enough already, so Lurid soothed him the best she could, grateful he hadn't died. She wrapped her tail around them and held him tightly, but gently, to her larger frame and did her best to comfort her little storm cloud.