You're going to have to be faster than that

Alastor · 04-13-2021, 11:24 PM

Whoever this enticing woman was, she was able to find every button and say all the right things to the devil dressed in black without any traces of fear or hesitation. Alastor had to admire the fae's bravado; it allowed him to be his unrestrained self and have fun with her. The banter was quite pleasant, and her double entendres were amusing and appealing. A low hum of pensive delight rumbled in the ebon-furred brute's throat at the prospect of getting to sample her flavors, onyx eyes gleaming with mirth. Ooooh, she was a feisty one! Good, she would need to be to keep pace with him. Just as she had, Alastor had all but forgotten the corpse beside them, though the scent of copper in the air from all the blood was still drugging his brain like a narcotic in every breath. His fur was equally sticky and matted around his muzzle from the killing blow he'd delivered, though the black fur hid any discoloration where hers showed off every bloodstain with pride. It was quite a lovely look to see her feminine features wreathed in liquid crimson.

She enticed him further by alluding to the other desires she hoped he could satisfy for her. He gazed deeply into her turquoise eyes, reveling in the way they seemed to catch fire and shine. They reminded him of sunlight streaming through dense ice. Alastor could practically see her quivering with anticipation the closer he drew to her, her eyes silently begging him to take the plunge with her. She showed no resistance when he kissed her paw, and he in turn showed none when her paw turned to catch his chin and hold him steady. A blink of surprise, the sound of her name ringing in his ears and searing into his brain, and then their mouths met. She was insistent, desperate, hungry. It started a fire underneath his skin, igniting through every nerve and neuron that made up the demented wolf. It was a primal hunger he felt too—one he had not satisfied since his queen had vanished. There was a singular moment of hesitation when Alastor's brain tried to remind him of his commitment to Lurid—and in the next moment was gone as the sensations of Manea's lips moving urgently against his burned away every care and worry. They were two wild animals fulfilling instinctive drives and desires. And it had been far too long since she had left him to fend for himself.

Alastor returned Manea's kiss with fervor, lips crushing to hers with a ravenous demand that could only come from neglect of his own needs. Growls sprung up in his chest and black eyes disappeared behind eyelids while he met her fire with his own, letting it consume him and allowing her to drown him in everything she was. Before their time together was up, Alastor would make sure to have this darling little succubus howling his name to the heavens.

— FADE —

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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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You're going to have to be faster than that

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