Taste Of Her Cherry Chap Stick

Alastor found himself in an exceptionally good mood this evening as he took a leisurely stroll around Alias Lake with Manea, enjoying the way her supple, lithe body rubbed his side and her silky soft tail brushed the back of his thigh while they walked, sneaking dangerously close to some other more sensitive parts of his anatomy. The closer they got to Manea's heat season, the more frisky and bold his wife had become in her advances with him. Not that he was complaining in the least; this was his favorite time of the year! Together the two lovers shared sultry whispers and heated promises of what they would get up to in the coming season. Manea had mentioned surprises in store for him, and after how she'd treated him last year that spawned their two gorgeous glowing children, he couldn't wait to see what she had in store this time around.

As they rounded the rocky shore of the lake, Alastor's obsidian gaze also spotted the vibrant purple form of their guest going about gathering her things in preparation to leave. For a moment, the dire brute just eyed her, watching her slender body move and hips sway with every step she took. There had been no concealing the sexual tension that had mounted between the two of them from their very first meeting, but thankfully, Manea had also seemed taken by the delectable little morsel of a wolf. Alastor exchanged the look with Manea, and then the alpha couple was stalking their way over to Duchess. When they arrived, Manea immediately set to flattering their guest while Alastor took a position on the opposite side of the woman, effectively sandwiching her between the two massive wolves while he looked at her with a predatory stare.

Manea wasted no time in bringing her tail around Duchess' hip, and Alastor's own long silky tail slid like a snake over to curl around Duchess' shapely rump, giving the diminutive violet fae little option in the way of escaping. Though Manea was the true alpha of Elysium and brought her own unique brand of dominance and possessiveness to her flirting, Alastor's was all primal male; a barely contained beast of sexual prowess who was ready to bite and claw and pin and grapple and dominate in his own way. "It's been a pleasure having you," Alastor chimed in, his voice a deep, rich rolling purr of baritone. There could be no mistaking the obvious double entendre in his words, especially not when he added, "And it will be a pleasure bidding you farewell in true Mendacium fashion." He hadn't missed the coquettish looks she'd given him when she'd arrived, nor the way she'd teased at hidden intentions with her words while she was here. Well, if a good time was what she was looking for, then Alastor was sure he and Manea could send Duchess stumbling her way out of Elysium on wobbly legs and a satisfied smile on her face.


"Alastor"