The greatest gift

Alastor knew he was stoking fires deep within Manea's body with the kiss he'd given her. He'd intended for it to tease her, work her up for more of their fun once their lessons were over. What he hadn't been expecting though was for Manea to start teasing him in turn while she continued on with her lessons. Alastor turned his gaze from Manea's hypnotic aqua eyes for a moment to follow her feline paw while it trailed down the smooth planes of his chest and stomach, tracing each muscle she touched until she reached her destination between his thighs. Manea pulled a sudden gasp from the dire brute was soft paw pads wrapped around his most sensitive, intimate parts, his mouth hung open in silent sounds of pleasure while his face contorted and eyelids fluttered under her caresses and strokes.

She started speaking again, filling him in her family's rituals and laws while her soft feline paw worked over his arousal with expert movements and skilled tricks. Alastor struggled to paw attention to Manea's lessons, his breathing growing labored with shorter gasps and black eyes rolling in his head. His toes flexed and curled and a flash of his pink tongue began to loll from his panting muzzle. Every time her paw would squeeze him in a sensitive spot or stroke him just right, the giant wolf would give a guttural groan in response. He considered cutting their lessons short and just pouncing on Manea right now, but because she had him literally in the palm of her hand with those claws so close to his balls, Alastor didn't dare push his luck. He resigned himself to the sexual torture his mate was enjoying putting him through, his hips giving little bucks and squirms from her actions.

His heavy breathing became his only way to stay grounded and even attempt to focus on what she was saying while she pleasured and teased him. Marriage ceremony. Gleaning Ritual. He had known about those. Funeral rites made sense, but since she didn't give any details on those right now he wouldn't ask and delay their pleasure further. The Disownment Trial was one he was truly interested in, as he knew Manea's mother had gone through one. But trying to pay attention with her paw doing all these wonderful things to him was damned near impossible! Manea gave a good squeeze around his most sensitive parts in her paws, making Alastor groan deeply and his body squirm for her. She briefly touched on the Naming Ceremony, explaining it as the inverse of the Disownment Trial, and then the lesson was over.

Alastor blinked his gaze into focus when Manea cupped his jaw with her free paw, noting the lecherous grin on her face while they stared deeply into one another's eyes. He grinned back at his mate, his body quivering with anticipation at what was coming next. "Not a word, my galaxy," he remarked jokingly, though he was sure he had missed a few details in amongst his wife's manual pleasure. When she pulled her hips to his and looped a paw around his waist, Alastor did the same with her, one massive black paw scooping his mate by the rump to pull her hips harder into his. He exhaled hard while she groaned, and then their lips locked, muffling the sounds both wolves made as he lifted her hind leg to get a better angle to slide himself deep within her. A lustful growl rumbled in the brute's throat as he claimed his mate once more, giving into his desires and satisfying that burning lust for her that never seemed to die.

- fade -


"Alastor"