The greatest gift

That night when Alastor and Manea had baptized their new union in murder and lust had been the best night of his life. After a week of being kept pent up by his salacious vixen of a mate, the releases and relief she provided to him had been some of the most exquisite pleasure the brute had ever experienced in his life. At the time, he hadn't realized they'd enjoyed their violent, animalistic mating underneath a blood moon until his wife had told him so during their cuddling post-coitus, just before drifting off to sleep. How perfect, he had thought, that we should be bound together in such a way. He had known of Manea's intentions to get pregnant during her heat, and after the amounts of times he'd filled her that night alone, he was sure they had done that in one go. But Manea was insatiable, and he was a brute still lost in his primal urges. Over the course of the next few days, the feral breeding they shared did not cease nor slow, spending all their free time ravaging each other in every way they could imagine until they were both spent and sporting an array of wounds from one another's passions.

As the volatile urges began to recede and Manea's heat scent also ebbed away, Alastor began to return to normal, and the two wolves were even able to share some more sensual, passionate lovemaking in the interim while they relaxed and recovered. Each day, he felt closer and more in love with his queen, and each day he began to wonder if their imaginary family would be on its way toward reality. Shortly after their first coupling, Manea had begun to act differently. She was moodier, more prone to mood swings, sick to the verge of vomiting. Alastor didn't know the symptoms of pregnancy, didn't know what to expect, so he simply comforted and provided for his ailing wife when she needed him. She hadn't told him she was pregnant, therefore he believed she wasn't. Life continued as normal, and the dark man contented himself to enjoying his holiday and his time with his new wife.

Alastor lounged out across the black-sanded beach in the mid-morning sun, letting the rays warm his fur while he entertained himself chewing on the hipbones of the wolf they had killed in the throes of passion and lust. Though the girl's corpse had long since been dissected and disposed of, Alastor had saved a couple of souvenirs from their honeymoon night together. The hipbones he chewed on now had been removed solely for the macabre curiosity of how much damage his violent fucking had done to the girl, the massive brute delighted in his own prowess to find several small fractures in her hips from what he'd done to her. He'd decapitated her and macerated her skull until the exposed bones had been sufficiently sun bleached to a striking ash white, that skull now perched prettily above the entrance to their cave as a little memento of their first kill together. He'd decided to affectionately name her Piggy since he'd never bothered to learn her actual name, aptly so for her portly frame and all the squealing she'd done when he was inside her.

While he chewed on the bones and sunbathed, he heard the crunching of sand signaling the approach of his mate. A red-tipped ear flicked in her direction before he turned to glimpse her beautiful form coming to lay beside him, pressing her side all up into him in an affectionate snuggle. He gave a low rumble of delight and ran his muzzle through her scruff, loving nuzzles placed all across her neck and cheek while she returned them to him and held onto his foreleg with one of her large feline paws. His ears perked when she mentioned how he'd made her very happy, then quizzed him on why she was happy. Admittedly, it was a little hard to think of reasons when her teeth were nibbling along his jaw and through his fur, and he grinned back while black obsidian held aqua eyes. "Hmmm, let's see... You came into our honeymoon with one goal in mind... Your heat scent is almost fully receded... You're no longer climbing on my cock like your life depends on it..." He flashed a wider grin to his mate while a bright excitement illuminated his eyes, lifting a big, black paw to rest over hers on his leg. "You're sure? You're pregnant, my darling?"


"Alastor"