Having a bloody good time

Fucking berries... That was what the monstrous brute of black and red was currently out picking in the early evening. Fucking godsdamn berries! Black eyes were narrowed into frustrated slits and a low growl continued to grumble deep in his chest as he carried a hollowed out stone he'd found as a bowl, filled to the brim with an assortment of wild berries, such as blueberries and raspberries. He didn't want to be out picking any berries right now; he wanted to be back at the cave on the beach fucking his mate's brains out like it was his last night on earth! As the late summer days had seamlessly slipped into early fall, Manea had gone fully into her heat, her scent and pheromones driving him absolutely wild, and that was on top of all the teasing, denial, and edging she'd been doing to him the past few days. Manea was refusing him any sort of sexual contact now, and between her season and all the prey genocide they were doing, the brute was hornier than he'd ever remembered being in his life.

Still giving irritated grumbles to himself, Alastor stalked his way through the forest back towards the cave near the beach, already contemplating what sort of trouble he'd get in with his wife if he just let loose and had his way with her to relieve those pent up urges. So far this honeymoon had been more frustrating than anything, with his beloved mate promising him the greatest night of his life once she found a suitable present for him, but all it felt like was a constant torture. Tensions and desires burned low in his belly, the pressure of arousal carried heavy between his legs. He wanted to sink himself so deep into Manea that she screamed, to dominate her and teach her a lesson for daring to deny him and make him struggle like this. He had behaved so far because she had asked it of him, but his patience was rapidly wearing thin. If he didn't get some relief from Manea soon, he couldn't be held responsible for the animal he might unleash on her.

Prowling down the beach with the gentle washing of waves keeping the silence at bay and lulling his mind into a sense of ease, Alastor returned to the cave at the end of the black-sanded beach. His eyes peered up at the full moon rising over the sea, a slightly pink hue coating its normally pristine white. The closer he got to the cave, the more his ears began to pick up on the faint sound of a female voice screaming. Alastor's eyes widened, ears radars atop his head turning to catch the sounds. Was Manea in trouble? Giant paws moved quicker across the sand, bringing him to the mouth of the cavern when he realized the screaming voice definitely wasn't his mate's. There was also a lingering scent mixed with Manea's that he wasn't familiar with.

Cocking a curious brow, Alastor strode into the cavern, following the sounds until he found Manea fighting to subdue a small, plump girl he didn't recognize. The girl looked very young and absolutely terrified, fighting with all her might against his force of a wife, though her efforts weren't much to speak of. A fighter she was not. Actually, she didn't seem like much of anything. Lacking in muscle, her coat dirty and unkept, she looked like a runaway that had bitten off more than she could chew. Poor dear, what had she stumbled into? Her struggling and sounds of fear raised that heat in Alastor while his inky black eyes studied her, nostrils flaring while he took in the rich scent of his mate in heat and this new woman's fragrance. She was utterly underwhelming in every way, a nobody, nothing unique or special about her. He didn't even know her name, but he was sure it was something mundane. It also meant she wouldn't be missed or her absence from the world noticed.

"What have you found here, darling?" he asked in a smooth purr as he set the bowl full of berries down to the side of the cavern, rising to his full height above both women. He gazed down at them with a feral lust in his eyes, the desire for both sex and blood smoldering in obsidian irises, and he didn't care which he got from either fae. Maybe he'd take both from both women. He wasn't yet sure what sort of mood the animal inside him was in tonight.  


"Alastor"