Put On a Show

Much to his disappointment, Manea was far too quick and clever for his ruse. As Alastor's ass headed for the ground, Manea was already extracting herself from beneath him, leaving the giant brute to simply collapse back into a very vulnerable sit right in front of her. He sat there and just held her gaze, looking just as surprised as she was, but ultimately knowing there was no recovering from this. He grinned, wide and innocent, and then his wife laughed and put a merciful end to this mockery of a fight. Manea jumped up to wrap one paw around his neck to pull his head back and expose his throat while her other paw pressed to his most vital area, feeling her leonine claws pressing against his skin and veins in a lethal threat. He quivered gently in her embrace, but from arousal, not fear. This was the same way he'd watched her bleed that nameless fae dry the night they'd made those two beautiful bundles of fur watching from the mouth of the cave. She was so sexy when she was being violent and dominant, and he loved her all the more for it! No wonder every activity they did together ended with them well fucked and spent.

"You win," he rumbled back, his vocal cords vibrating against her delicate claws on his throat when he spoke. He stared at his mate with a hungry desire glistening in his abyssal eyes, still not moving while she held him in this position. His eyes followed Manea's up to the den while she ordered Irilyth to put the pups to bed, and already he knew what would be coming next. His heart missed a beat and his tail wagged excitedly behind him in the grass and mud. It had been a few weeks since he'd gotten to fuck his mate, and to say he was getting pent up would be an understatement. Irilyth was a fine release of frustrations, but she would never satisfy him the way Manea did. Once the whining pups had been herded away and they were left alone out in the rain, Alastor watched with a lecherous grin while Manea brought her mouth to his throat. The sensations of her fangs against his tender skin sent little tremors through the black behemoth, still held still in place by her claws and teeth around his windpipe and carotid. "Hmm... What do you want, my darling?"


"Alastor"