Put On a Show

In those aqua eyes that stole his breath away, Alastor saw the lustful gleam he had become intimately familiar with whenever Manea hungered for him. He hadn't seen that look in her eyes since the day she'd pounced on him and told him she was pregnant, and seeing it again send a shiver of desire down the brute's spine. He loved when Manea dominated him, challenged his strength and came out on top. Something deep down told him that she was yearning for more blood and violence to truly hit that dominating mood she loved, but this casual little scuffle would be a good appetizer to what was no doubt going to be a buffet of lecherous and lewd acts. Alastor watched her grin widen, then felt the warmth of her tongue press to his exposed throat, gliding up along his carotid where his pulse pumped strong and steady beneath tender skin. He gave a soft sigh of delight, the exhale cutting off in a quiet choke when her paw flexed and squeezed over his windpipe and gave him a taste of strangling in her grasp. Another shiver of lust, another skip of his heart. Ohhh yes, he was ready for his queen to dominate him again!

Manea commanded him to follow her to find out what she wanted as a prize, and Alastor was helpless to resist. He followed eagerly behind her, nipping sharp teeth at her rump as she slid past him, a hungry grin showing off every sharp tooth in his maw. He followed his wife down the hill to the little dip set into the hill, sliding smoothly under the overhang just behind her as the rain began to pick up intensity, starting to conceal them in their own little hideaway. The dire brute shook out his wet fur as well, glancing up to his mate just in time for her muzzle to find his in a deep, passionate kiss. He rumbled low in his chest while crushing his lips hard back against hers, returning her need and desire through his lips and tongue. He wanted Manea to feel how badly he wanted her, how much the absence of her passion and lust had been felt by the demon wolf. Irilyth was fine as an outlet when he boiled over, but Manea was his perfect soulmate. No wolf could ever be Manea.

Alastor felt one of Manea's massive paws snake its way up his foreleg, then grab his side as her lips left his. With a sudden burst of strength, Alastor found himself on his back, staring up at his gorgeous wife while she pinned him with those feline paws and her body weight when she straddled his waistHis muscles rippled and tensed wherever her claws ran over his skin, making the dire wolf hum and quiver with need. His own huge paws found her thighs, stroking over every part of her lower body he could reach, grinning wide up at her as excitement filled his gaze. She growled, a sound that turned him on unlike anything else, and then they both gasped as Manea pushed her hips back until he felt heat and softness against his most intimate parts, breathy groans coming from the brute from each roll of her hips. His claws pricked over her hips, fangs bared in silent snarls and growling groans while smoldering eyes watched the way her back arched and body moved on top of him in an elegant, salacious dance. He was all hers to use as she pleased, to bring his queen to the highest peaks of pleasure again, and again, and again.

- fade -


"Alastor"