Splish Splash I was Taking a Bath

Lying beside her in this moment, it was easy for Alastor to see why he loved Manea so deeply and madly. No matter what unfortunate circumstance he found himself in, she was there with him to laugh it all away and make him feel like the only wolf that mattered. He was a calamitous individual, but she loved him for it. It was part of what made her perfect for him. They were two pieces of a fucked up jigsaw puzzle that meshed so well together that they may as well have been one entity—one soul. Perhaps they were. Manea's beliefs of the Ancient souls would make so much sense, that they were taken from the same spirit. She was his and he was hers because they were always meant to be one.

When Manea began to shift, Alastor lifted his leg enough to provide her room to maneuver, then wrapped her back up in his embrace with her warm, soft chest and belly pressed up to his. Alastor's grin widened, flashing more of the pearly white daggers contained behind ebony lips when his mate wrapped her supple forelegs around his neck and commented on how his physique made it easy to throw her around in the throes of passion they often lost themselves in. A low, lustful murr rumbled in the dire brute's chest like distant thunder, moving his muzzle to run his tongue up along the edge of one violet ear. "It's a rare opportunity for sure. Like what you see, my goddess?" he teased back with a purr vibrating in his rich baritones.

Soft gasps of shocked sensitivity slipped from Alastor while Manea responded to his little affections by tracing her leonine paws across his back and shoulders and her lips roamed from his cheek down the curve of his neck, leaving intense tingles of heat wherever she touched him. Alastor's muzzle tipped up gradually on reflex, offering more of his throat to his mate's teasing. She was taking advantage of his extra sensitive furless skin and he was reveling in it! Manea pulled herself to him, her silky fur tickling over his chest and stomach as he flexed his foreleg to hold her tighter against him, letting her feel his every muscle beneath thin, warm skin pressed to every part of her he could reach.

A hiss of rapture escaped Alastor's mouth when his violet queen flexed her claws over his bare skin, making a comment on how she'd need to be careful with her scythe-like claws on his naked skin. Alastor's obsidian eyes fluttered and nearly rolled back while his mate dragged those deadly claws over his skin around the curve of his shoulders to the base of his neck. Gods, did she know how to get him riled up! The velvety warmth of Manea's tongue lapping at his chin brought Alastor back into reality, blinking through hazy eyes to meet her sly grin with one of his own. Her words flared black fire to life in his irises, another lecherous rumble starting in the dire wolf's core.

"You know me very well, Manea, my love," he replied with a husky chuckle, flexing the paw wrapped around her to ever so slowly rake his claws over her back, keeping every possible inch of their bodies pressed together until Manea was practically wrapped around him beneath the furs. "Though you've never had a problem with sinking those claws into me before. You'll just be able to see exactly what you're doing now. Maybe leave a few noticeable marks to show off your handiwork on your husband." Alastor snickered and parted his jaws to gently catch one of Manea's ears between sharp teeth, barely grazing her delicate appendage while flicking his tongue across it.

"Alastor Mendacium"