Splish Splash I was Taking a Bath

Manea's gentle words of encouragement did little to help the grumbling naked dire wolf. He hoped it would grow back, but given how cryptic everything with the firefly entity was, he didn't rule out the possibility that he might perhaps never grow his fur back again. Well, they'd just have to wait and see, he supposed. If it didn't, maybe he'd just make a new coat out of other wolves' pelts to wear. The warm softness of Manea's paw pads on his skin was a shockingly good feeling, his every nerve ending feeling heightened and extra sensitive without the fur to buffer any touch. Obsidian eyes looked at his mate while she studied his furless body with curiosity, a small grin creeping its way across Alastor's face while he silently enjoyed how nice it felt to have her rubbing over his neck, chest, and shoulder. It had been weeks in quarantine without the touch of his lover, the longest he'd gone without any sort of intimacy from Manea since they'd gotten together. To say he was addicted to her love and affections would have been a gross understatement.

"Small blessings," he agreed when she commented on the moisturizing properties of the cursed bath bomb. "All the better for you to touch, my dear." He could see her fighting back her amusement at the entire situation and though he found it less than ideal, he couldn't blame her for finding it funny. He would've been laughing hysterically if he saw it happen to anyone else. Manea urged him back to the den to get him covered before he fell ill again. One life threatening illness had been enough for him. "Well, we certainly don't want to deprive you of your naked demon, do we?" he remarked with a chuckle, the side devolving into a low hum of delight from the brute's chest when his wife brushed her side against his, able to feel her silky fur against his skin with a much heightened sensation.

Alastor followed Manea back up the mountain paths to their cave, noting just as she did that their children and servant were absent. They had the whole place to themselves. A lecherous gleam flashed through Alastor's inky black eyes; that worked perfectly for the pair of ravenous lovers that hadn't had time together in almost a season. He followed the svelte purple form of his goddess back to their private alcove, watching with great interest while she sprawled herself across their bed of plush furs, lifting one up to invite him with with a pat of her paw. Alastor wasted no time joining her, his muscles rippling visibly beneath charcoal skin while he collapsed into bed beside her. Manea wrapped him up in the dense, warm furs and snuggled up to him.

The dire brute murred his approval and nuzzled her crown while she buried her face into his neck, pressing his nose into her fur to drink in her scent. Her attempt to find a silver lining by mentioning how she could enjoy seeing all of his muscles on display brought a hearty laugh from him. Alastor shot a grin to Manea, eyes flashing playfully while he draped a thickly muscled foreleg across his mate's back. "Hmm, I suppose that is true," he said with a rumble of a growl in his voice. "So what's it like finally getting to see all the muscles I've been hiding under my fur?" He was teasing and playing with her, but it was the sort of banter and play he loved about his soul mate. It was what made their relationship so fun and lively!

"Alastor Mendacium"