Bye Son

Manea complimented his art, but then showed her greater appreciation for him by claiming his lips in a heated kiss. Alastor gave a surprised murr that easily melted into a rumbling purr of delight, kissing her back again, then again, and again until their lips stopped parting. Black eyes slipped closed as he slid his tongue into his wife's mouth, tasting her and allowing her to sample the flavor of bison blood in his maw. He didn't know how long it took the bison calf to bleed to death beneath them, far too distracted with Manea's displays of passion and lust, stirring up the primal urge to have his way with her and make his mate sing for him. When their mouths finally did part, Alastor sucked in a shallow breath and met Manea's lecherous grin with fire smoldering in his dark eyes. She suggested taking advantage of their time alone, and Alastor was already on the same page as her.

The giant brute didn't say a word as he slipped his forelegs underneath Manea's arms, hoisting her off of her paws with a strong pull to toss her body onto the bison's warm corpse, pinning her between the carcass and his own body just like he had when they'd fucked one another on the extra dire wolf. He grinned down at his beautiful mate with a deep, wholehearted love and a primal, wild lust. She drew out the animal in him and coaxed him to let it loose on her. Alastor did just that, aligning his hips with hers and sinking into Manea with a deep growl of animalistic pleasure, his brain skipping between conscious thoughts and feral instincts from the taste of blood in his mouth. He was not gentle with Manea, giving her all the bites and scratches he had withheld throughout her pregnancy, finally unleashing himself on her to fully and deeply satisfy their every desire. And he wasn't going to stop until he had her howling her pleasure to the whole world.

- fade -


"Alastor"