Teach me how to love

As he had hoped, his sand attack had blinded Manea long enough for his tackle to be successful. Watching Manea go sailing through the air to come to a hard landing on her back was incredibly satisfying, but not as much as it was when he felt his teeth sink into the muscle on her shoulder. Now it was his turn to taste blood—Manea's blood, blood he had never sampled before. It was delicious, just as she was. That immediate hit of coppery crimson on his tongue was like the first sip of a fine wine to an alcoholic. Alastor's pupils dilated, synapses firing in his brain, the taste of his lover's blood awakening that primal part of his DNA that craved and demanded more violence. A sudden sting of stabbing pain in his shoulder brought him back into the fight, the dire brute snarling with pain and glancing down to see Manea's large feline-esque paw tearing at his shoulder again with her claws. Then her muzzle found his ankle and she bit down hard.

Alastor snarled like a feral animal and yelped in surprise when Manea suddenly pulled him off his feet, his back making contact with the sand. They were both on the ground now—no, wait, he was on the ground, Manea was already back on her paws and lunging for him. Alastor twisted on his back, shifting his position to catch Manea mid-pounce with his hind legs and rolling once she made contact with him, using the momentum of her lunge to flip her over and throw her to the ground. The momentum of their roll helped the brute spring to his paws, making one swift lunge to pounce on top of Manea before she could get back up. But instead of going straight for the prize, Alastor had lunged for Manea's throat, using his muzzle to push hers out of the way and wrap his powerful jaws around her vulnerable throat. Alastor growled against Manea's throat, squeezing his jaws just enough to put pressure on her neck to threaten her, not quite choking her yet. His paws pressed to her chest and her left foreleg, keeping her held down firmly to the sand while he dug his claws into her skin, raking his paw down her sternum hard enough to draw trickles of fresh blood.

Releasing her throat from his jaws, Alastor quickly replaced his teeth with his paw, pressing soft pads down hard onto her windpipe to both keep her pinned and subdue her by choking her a bit. He rose to his full height above her, grinning down at her with shining black eyes like an oil slick and bloodstained teeth. He used his claws to gingerly trace the edges of her throat while he held her down, maintaining eye contact with her while he let her watch as he lowered his head down to her left foreleg. The paw pinning that leg down gripped her by the ankle, tugging her foreleg up to meet his muzzle. Staring deep into her rich aqua eyes, Alastor slowly opened his mouth to catch the edge of the leather cuff that was his trophy between delicate teeth, lifting the cuff ever so slowly up her leg as if he were removing the most intimate clothing she could ever wear. He didn't stop nor falter for a moment, slowly ascending the cuff up her leg, his paw squeezing her throat a little tighter if she tried to squirm or resist to keep her under his power, until he felt the cuff slip free of her paw, now hanging from his mouth. Black eyes shone brighter and the corners of his mouth curled up in a triumphant grin. He had won.

Still straddling her prone body, Alastor lifted his right paw and slipped it through the black leather cuff, enjoying watching her reactions while he pulled the cuff into place. It was a perfect fit, snug and secure around his ankle. He paused for a moment to examine the cuff on his leg, the detailing up close even more astounding than it had been at a distance. He looked over the sparkling amethysts and the intricate etchings of vines, comparing them to the real Manea still beneath him. They paled in comparison to her natural beauty, but on their own they were stunning. Most importantly though, they were a symbol of their shared love. Holding the cuff out for her to examine as it blended almost seamlessly into the inky black fur on his leg, Alastor chuckled low in his throat and murmured in the husky voice he knew she loved so much, "I win."


"Alastor"