A future so bright it's dazzling

Alastor was pleased to hear that Manea was happy with her new servant girl. Truth be told, if she hadn't been, Alastor would have simply gone down into the den, had his way with her to rid himself of these itching urges, and then killed her and found a more suitable replacement for his queen. As it were, Irilyth had turned out to be a gift for them. She not only gave Manea a source of entertainment and an outlet she'd been lacking, but she was efficient and helpful around the home, and her skills with herbs and medicines made Alastor feel much better about the home birth they were preparing to have. Were it not for Irilyth, the concern over Manea's pregnancy and birth would have been significantly higher. Knowing there was a trained medic literally living with them helped put Alastor's mind at ease.

But her damned heat was making it frustratingly difficult to coexist within the same space! Not a single day went by where Alastor didn't consider putting his pups in the servant's belly just to douse that damned smell and get some peace and control back in his life. But he knew the consequences of such actions, and while he honestly didn't care if Manea killed any pups he sired outside of their marriage, he didn't suspect Irilyth would do much good if she were pregnant right now as well. The thought did cross his mind that because Manea and Irilyth shared the same season, this would be a yearly recurring event. Alastor didn't know how strong his resolve would be for the rest of his life, and there may come a time when that exact situation of a pregnant queen and a pregnant handmaiden came to be. The demon couldn't exactly be trusted to keep his baser instincts in check all of the time—especially not when such a delicious little fae was living mere feet away from him.

Manea tried to soothe the gnawing animal inside him by reassuring him that he'd get to play with her soon. Soon wasn't good enough. Alastor was a patient wolf in many regards, but he did not enjoy being tempted and forced to wait multiple times within the same season. This all felt like a cruel trick being played on him and he did not appreciate it. He cast a salacious grin to his wife, a familiar fire starting to spark in his eyes. "I'm glad we kept her then, if for nothing other than keeping us all healthy and giving you a fae to play with whenever you desire." It seemed like right now Alastor was still in control, able to hold conversation with his mate at the least. "I fear the poor girl won't ever be prepared to play with me. I'm a different experience than you are, my queen."

He shot her a knowing look when she mentioned him being thankful for having her while Manea recovered after birthing their large puppies. "Oh? Whatever do you mean by that, darling?" he asked, feigning innocence to poke fun back at her and say what was on her mind out loud. "I would also like to point out that you are 50% responsible for the size of our children. My seed is equally as potent as your eggs, my galaxy." He flashed a wide grin to her; he had always known any pups they had would likely be large given their parents' sizes, but with only two growing in this litter, it seemed like having the extra room in Manea's womb afforded them the luxury of space to grow to their fullest and really fill her. He glanced briefly to her swollen belly with a proud smirk; his children were going to be massive.


"Alastor"