Purpose Driven

Alastor watched Manea with a look of surprise and delight when Manea held his gaze and continued to pleasure the squirming, moaning fae in her arms right before him like some sort of lewd performance. His wife's lecherous grin and the sounds the other girl was making coupled with her heat scent had an immediate affect on the massive brute, and as parts of him began to stir and harden, he couldn't help but watch transfixed at the dance his mate was making this tiny, delicious-looking wolf do for him. He noted the look of burning lust in Manea's eyes, but he also saw the warning she was giving him—a look that told him to back off, that this horny bitch was hers. Her words followed shortly; she declared the fae to be hers, explaining how the wolf named Irilyth was going to be her handmaiden and how he wasn't allowed to break her. "Hmm... fair enough," he said with a casual grin and shrug of his shoulders. As much fun as he imagined snapping this petite little thing in two would be, if Manea liked her this much to keep her, he wouldn't harm her—too badly.

Manea offered to share Irilyth, the idea making the dire brute's stomach muscles clench in lustful anticipation. She seemed absolutely heavenly, and all he could think about was sinking himself into her small, tight body and filling her. Manea interjected as if reading his mind, adding the condition that she would get Irilyth contraceptives first before he could fuck her. She hinted at the reality that any pups he sired with her would need to be killed, tweaking at his one weakness she knew all too well. Alastor's grin faltered a little, now locked in a battle between his will and his instincts. But ever the cold bastard, Alastor just shot Manea a dark, smoldering look. "You could kill every pup I put in her, my love, and I wouldn't protest. I know our laws. As if any children she bears could be a fraction of the magnificence of ours!" He took a slow stride closer to the two women, that dark fire burning hotter in the obsidian gaze he fixed his wife with. "Would that turn you on, my queen? To watch your demon breed your toy, fill her and make her belly swell with children you'd get to take the lives of for pleasure? It's one thing to winnow ours for a purpose, but I do know how much you love killing for fun as well. Eliminating impure Mendacium pups... that sounds like a delightful time for you." He flashed sharp teeth in a wicked grin to his mate, wondering what she would make of his fantasy.

He looked back down at Irilyth while Manea brought her closer and closer to climax, hypnotized by the way her body moved for his wife's touch. He'd never seen her in the throes of passion with another wolf beyond their honeymoon toy, and even then it had been lackluster due to the unwillingness of Piggy. This, however, was significantly different and significantly more arousing. When Manea began to move, Alastor watched with a raised brow while she positioned herself above the slave girl, moving her into a better position while lowering her front half so her muzzle dipped between her handmaiden's thighs.

Her words sent a rush of fire through his belly to settle between his legs and Alastor's grin widened. He watched while Manea began making the blonde fae squirm and moan again, feeling his pulse quicken and body quiver with the urge to pounce. Manea flicked her fluffy tail against the end of his nose, tempting him with her raised rump while she tasted her new toy. Alastor didn't need any other invitation, nor did he say anything in reply, letting his body do all the speaking for him. Grinning and growling with need, the massive brute mounted his wife, wrapping his strong forelegs around her waist and tugging her ass into his hips as he slammed himself home, enjoying the show he got from above both of them while he took Manea, determined to make both ladies sing in unison as he released the mounting tension and lust burning him alive.

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"Alastor"