Rip and tear

So amused had Alastor been in his mutilation of the ram that he almost missed Manea scoring the final kill, glancing up in time to watch as she stepped away from the ewe that was bleeding to death at her paws, no longer bleating or even moving. He saw the look of fiery lust and wanton desire in his mate's eyes, and for a brief moment, he wondered if true and proper relief was finally coming his way. Instead, and most infuriatingly, Manea simply came closer with a low chuckle and commented on how he'd outdone himself. Grinning like a maniac, Alastor gave the ram's limp head a gentle jostle and laughed heartily. "Thank you!" he replied almost giddy with drunken bloodlust. He gazed at Manea with a primal desire, primitive urges and hardcoded desires in his DNA smashing against his restraint to simply pounce her and have his way with her. "I'm just getting started though! I'm assuming you're not going to allow me to fuck you yet, hmm...?" He waited until she confirmed his suspicions, then jubilantly decreed, "Then we have a lot more killing to do, my dear! Hahaha!"

Stepping off of the ram and kicking its corpse aside, Alastor moved to walk past Manea, but paused when they were shoulder to shoulder. Deciding that if she was going to stoke his fires, then he would do the same to her, the dark brute turned and caught Manea's jaw with a strong paw. He held her head still while he crushed his lips to hers, tongue invading her mouth tot taste her flavor mixed with the coppery sheep's blood around their muzzles. He kissed her hard and rough, pouring that urgent need and smoldering desire into her while they made out, only parting once he felt his lungs ache for breath.

Alastor broke their lips apart with a quiet, rumbling growl, staring deeply into Manea's aqua eyes with a primal, predatory hunger for her. It was the look of a wild animal barely resisting the urge to take his mate, to claim her as his in every way he could. That animal wanted out, to use her for his pleasures and reliefs, to hurt her and thrill her and please her. He wanted to make her scream and sing. But she wanted him to resist—at least for now. So the tattered shreds of Alastor's sanity held strong for now, and the giant wolf instead nipped at the end of her snout before stepping around her to continue their hunts, looking for the next prey they could snuff the life out of. Gods knew he needed some form of release...


"Alastor"