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You're going to have to be faster than that

Alastor - spring seasonal



Alastor

"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

Elysium
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Master Fighter (243)

Master Hunter (260)

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
1130
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
553
player
Joe

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1KHalloween 2020 - Spooky Cave
05-16-2021, 07:18 PM

Alastor collapsed back onto the dead dire wolf, panting hard and staring blankly up at the cave ceiling while his body short circuited, every part of him going limp. Jet black eyes slowly began to refocus, finding gorgeous aqua in the dark and a wide grin spreading over his face when he saw the look of pleasure on his lover's face. Now that they were both spent and satisfied, Alastor happily received Manea's body down over his and into his embrace, surrounding the fae in his strong arms. She coaxed low murrs from him when she licked his jaw, which he returned to the top of her head before burying his nose in her fur and drawing in a deep breath of her scent, letting her intoxicate his brain like a narcotic. Manea was something truly special—something rare he had gotten to indulge in, and something he was not willing to give up. She matched him, engaged him, amazed him, and made him feel like himself again.

Her question caught Al's attention, blinking a couple times while she lifted her head so aqua could meet obsidian. In those gemstones set in her head he could see the lust, the desire, the want and adoration. It was lively, it was playful, but it was also deadly serious. She wanted him, and she wanted him bad. It was a kind of desire he had never experienced before. But instead of feeling conflicted as he had so many times before, he just felt assured. She would not leave him. She would not abandon him. Something just told him this was true. "Just say the word, my darling little galaxy..." he answered, running a large paw over the side of her face and caressing her head, the satisfied, floaty grin on his face replacing his usual one. "Allow me to keep you as mine, and you can have me as yours... You set the rules, Manea..." Gods, did he love the way her name tasted on his tongue. Something told him that Manea would not be a one-wolf kind of girl given the way she had all but thrown herself at him after killing the dire wolf, but he could be wrong. They could go over all the details together if she chose to go down this road with him.


"Alastor"



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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