Don't Try To Make Me Feel Bad

In his rage state, Alastor didn't pay any attention to Relm's signs of discomfort or displeasure. Any other brute would have noticed her lack of enjoyment, sounds, reactions, anything. All the demented black dire could think about was his own twisted pleasure and impregnating the girl with the next generation of mad little black and red puppies. Fortunately for Relm, Alastor never got to finish within her, as his body was literally thrown from hers in much the same way Kefka's had been mere minutes before. Alastor snarled in anger, his claws ripping at Relm's body while he was forcibly removed from her back, feeling teeth snap at his neck while tumbling across the grass. He rolled to his paws, prepared to launch a counterattack on whoever had dared interrupt him. Empty abyssal eyes saw Manea in his peripheral as she came at him, saw her distinctive violet coat and white markings and horns, and he recognized her—but not as his wife or his queen. The wolf that was Alastor saw another wolf that had stopped him from taking his prize and claiming what was his. Only this attractive bitch was one he'd fucked and knocked up once upon a time and could be another means of release. Sure, she might not have been in heat, but that mattered little to the demented dire wolf. She was his, and if he couldn't have Relm, he would have her.

Manea had continued her assault, using her momentum to try and wrap herself around him from behind. Alastor twisted his head with a vicious snarl, not allowing her such an easy avenue without a fight. She failed to loop her forelegs around him completely, though her leonine paws did grab at his flesh, just not as securely as she'd hoped. It also allowed Alastor to twist and turn in her grip, snapping powerful jaws at any part of her he could see. Manea was just out of his reach, however, and so Alastor demonstrated his immense feral strength by rising with Manea half hanging off of him, then reached a massive black paw up aiming to grab the foreleg over his chest and dig his new claws into her skin so he could hold her where she was. Then Alastor pushed his body sideways into Manea's weight, letting gravity take him while he threw himself to his back on the ground hard, attempting to slam Manea beneath his weight in the process and roll away. If he got her off, he would round on her and lunge with violently snapping jaws aiming for any part of her flesh he could find, wanting to make her bleed and hurt and submit. If she didn't release him, Alastor would repeat the move again, and again, ready to slam her into the ground as many times as it took.

Alastor vs Manea for Dominance (Right to mate)
Round 1/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Serrated Steel Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked Holly Crown
Companion 1: Miniature Penguin, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Male - Flying
Mutation 1: Retractable siam gemstone claws - Offensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Alastor Mendacium"