A future so bright it's dazzling

A rumbling chuckle left Alastor while Manea nipped at his muzzle with light laughs when he placed blame on both of them for the creation of their wonderful children. No, wait, blame wasn't the right word. They deserved credit—credit for creating what would undoubtedly be the most amazing beings to ever grace this world. His tail wagged along with hers, both wolves looking giddy and simply radiating happiness, traits not usually seen in their darker personalities. Perhaps that was what was most amazing about their love. Despite the horrific and violent carnage they could wreak as a pair, together they simply looked like a happy couple. They belonged together, of that Alastor was certain. He had been born to be her husband and Manea had been made to be his wife. It might have taken some time and tribulation to find her, but now that he had his soul mate, he was complete.

Manea made a passing comment about their children being worth every single moment of pain, bringing a slightly concerned look to Alastor's face on reflex until he remembered that birthing puppies was no easy feat, especially not puppies as big as the two growing inside her currently. Alastor had never witnessed a birth, never been around freshly born pups. He'd only heard about it in passing, and no wolf in the Amarix pack had ever trusted him enough to let them near the children despite his obvious love of them. Not that he could blame them really. "I'll be with you every step of the way. Whatever you need to get through it, you know I'll give you the world." He leaned over to brush his muzzle against hers in a gentle nuzzle. The pain might have been unavoidable, but he would still do his best to give her relief throughout the ordeal. He smirked a little though as he thought about how bloody and painful their conception had been, and how apropos it would be for them to enter the world in the same manner.

Alastor had no idea of the thoughts of admiration and love and desire in Manea's mind while she gazed at him with breathtaking aqua eyes. He held her gaze for a moment, only breaking their eye contact to look down at her pregnancy-swollen belly again as if he could see through her skin to their two glorious children. I will not be him... I will not be him... The mantra echoed in his mind over and over, swearing the vow to himself and whatever accursed gods had created a soul like him. By whatever higher powers existed, Alastor would do right by these children. Nothing would ever harm them, nothing would stand in their way, the world would crumble and bow to their every desire and demand. He would burn the earth and set fire to the ashes once more all for them.

Manea interrupted his thoughts when her leonine paw caught his cheek, turning his muzzle back to her until he felt her lips crush firmly against his. Alastor gave a soft murr of surprise, but quickly settled into their deepening kiss after he'd blinked past the surprise. Black eyes disappeared behind heavy lids while his lips parted to taste Manea's tongue with his own, feeling the familiar ache of desire that Manea created in him growing in his core. Her body shifted closer, her distended belly making it impossible for her to tuck up into her the way she usually did, but it did allow Alastor to instead wrap a large black paw around her waist and keep her held close with their children tucked protectively between them as he made out with his wife.

He had always thought Manea looked beautiful beyond words, but seeing her body change with a radiant feminine beauty as her belly grew with their pups had shown him an even greater beauty Manea could possess. He had never felt more attracted to her than the day he noticed the small bump in her stomach, and that attraction had only burned hotter and more intense as their children filled her womb with every passing day. Deep down, Alastor knew that once their children were born and Manea's body adopted whatever permanent residual effects her pregnancy would have on her, she would be even more beautiful than she had been—although a primal part of him would always want to see her laden with his puppies. Fortunately, that seemed to be her greatest desire in life, so Alastor was more than happy to keep his mate in that beautiful state of pregnancy as often as he could.

Once their kiss broke, Alastor released a heavy, content sigh and gazed deeply into Manea's eyes with a floaty grin on his face. Obsidian eyes mirrored the love and lust for the woman that had given him life and purpose, just as her aqua ones shone with for him. His grin widened and ears folded back bashfully when she commented on how she loved the way he looked when they spoke about their children. "I am so happy and proud to have these pups we've made," he said with a bliss in his voice he'd never felt before. His brows raised with intrigue. "Really? The most attractive thing I've ever done? More than when we slaughtered that huge wolf, or the way we killed that tiny fae?" Alastor was fascinated by Manea's claim. Him being fatherly was the most attractive thing to her, was it? Was that because of how important family and raising children was to her, that this was the hottest thing he'd ever done in her eyes? He returned her softer kiss, his deep voice rumbling with delight while her feline claws trailed down the tender skin of his neck in the most delightful way.

Manea's request brought a bout of surprise to the dark brute; she had never seemed interested in gentle mating or lovemaking before. But for his Manea, he would give her the world, the stars, the moon, everything he could. He gave her a loving grin, laced with just the right amount of lust and desire to reveal the thoughts planted in his mind while he leaned closer and placed a slow, lingering kiss on her lips. "For you, my love, I can manage anything." He slowly dipped his muzzle, trailing his lips and teeth across the edge of her throat with feathery kisses and ginger nips. The paw wrapped around Manea's waist tightened, holding her as close to him as her body would allow. Her large stomach posed a bit of a challenge, but Alastor solved it by gently moving Manea, rising to roll her prone body in his paws until her back was now pressed snugly to his belly. His paws roamed all across her body, from shoulder to hip, moving over her belly and their children with slow circling strokes. He kissed and nibbled along the back of her neck while he shifted their positions to get more comfortable and align his hips with hers, a large paw coming down to hook around her leg and lift it out of the way with her tail. With a low growl that spoke of his love, his desire, and his possessive obsession with her, Alastor slid himself into her until his hips met hers, letting himself settle into a smooth, steady rhythm of their bodies working together to bring both lovers to a peak of passion and pleasure.

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"Alastor"