Having a bloody good time

Manea flashed her mate a grin with a dark chuckle as he reframed this girl's participation in their honeymoon as freeing her from any worry for the rest of her life. He just conveniently left out the portion where her life wouldn't last to the end of the night - if that long. Any worries that might possibly have floated around in her dumb little head would no longer be of any consequence soon enough. As she leaned back and demanded this little play thing that she held in vicious claws to begin eating her out, the pale girl revealed just how hopeless she was as she begged and pleaded, saying how she wouldn't tell anyone they were here if she could go. A snarl pulled at her lips as the girl denied what she wanted, but before she could do anything more to force her to do her bidding, her mate spoke up, summing things up perfectly for the smaller woman while he hooked a paw around her hips and pulled her into him. Her focus was pulled back to her mate, watching him mount this soft, useless wolf and taking what he wanted from her with a twisted glee in her heated gaze.

This is exactly what she wanted to see from her demented husband, this ruthlessness and power over the world around him as he tore through it and took what he wanted. This little fae just so happened to be the target for this aggression and lust she had built up in him over the last couple of weeks, but who it was pinned between them didn't really matter. This fae was little more than a warm body for them to use. A murderous grin pulled at her lips as she sank back even more against the gently gleaming stones of the cave's walls while Alastor shoved the girls head harder between her legs. Her feline like paw continued to grip the nameless girl's skull to direct her where she wanted her, but she barely paid any attention to her once the real show began. She watched every moment of her husband ravaging this girl, feeling a bit like they might be pulling her apart with how he was pulling her small, plump frame back into him just as she was yanking her head back to the position she wanted her to be in. The scent of blood on the air was delicious while she let Alastor have his fun, reveling in knowing that this demon belonged to her and only her and that soon enough she would get to replace this little toy under him and feel this vicious strength for herself.

- fade cause reasons and stuff -

Manea | Temno | Ciemny