Keep That Fire Burning

As the long, lazy dog days of summer began to creep away into a balmy early fall, Alastor knew that Manea would soon be entering her heat cycle once more. After their escapades of last year which gave life to their magnificent celestial twins, the dire brute was exceedingly excited to get to spend some quality time with his wife once more. With the duties of leadership and the pack to consider, it did mean they couldn't escape to a carefree murderous jaunt around the continent again like they did last year, but Alastor was more than happy just to spend any time with his beloved mate. No doubt that even without the weeks of sexual torture or bloody carnage, they would make the most of their opportunities to create another Mendacium life in this world. Elysium's responsibilities and safeguarding had been divided up between his children and Manea's extended family in their absence, and then the two of them set out for Auster at the start of Manea's season. Alastor followed her alluring pheromonal perfume like a bloodhound, at her side every step of their journey, the two only resting to ravage one another in their sexual starvation and to slaughter any predator or prey they came across. They passed by the Armada and Ashen, then rested for the night in their old den on the prairie, Alastor ensuring it was once again filled with Manea's impassioned screams for old time's sake, and then made their way down the Bifröst and into warm, sunny Auster.

Alastor briefly surveyed the Wildberry Grove their band had resided in for a season with a whimsical smirk on his face. They passed by another southern pack set up around rolling plains and a massive castle by the sea on their way south. How picturesque, Alastor thought to himself as he considered how mighty a pack must be to be able to hold such fortifications. It interested him to get a chance to see beyond those high stone walls... The Mendacium couple traveled a little farther, approaching a series of tall waterfalls flowing into a pool of crystal clear water, its surface glistening with bright orange sunlight as the day slunk into late afternoon and early evening. Manea pressed into his side, and Alastor pressed back into her with his wide, toothy grin and a playful swat of his silky tail to her rump. Manea tempted him forward with promises that they were nearly there, then pulled ahead to lead him as her tail smacked his cheek, drawing a low chuckle from the brute. "Good thing, because it's getting hard for me to keep my paws off of you, my galaxy," he replied, his voice rumbling with his low, lustful baritone. Alastor followed his queen up the side of the cliff face to the top of the roaring falls, the rest of the world drowned out by the rushing of the water. He enjoyed Manea's little teases all the way to the top, nipping back at her swaying tail with lecherous chuckles and returning each of her little kisses. She was just as needy as he was, if not more so! But by the time they were done with their trip, she would be heading home veeery satisfied and veeery pregnant, he would make sure of that.

It was an easy climb compared to their mountains back home, and they reached the apex soon after. Then Alastor knew why Manea had chosen this place. At the top of the falls, a grand expansive view of the western sea greeted them, bathed in warm glowing sunset. The cool salt-tinged breeze rippled across the plateau, tussling his silken ebony fur and Manea's violet coat. For a moment, Alastor just stayed where he stood, admiring the view—and by that, he was of course staring at his wife, appearing like a goddess given flesh, watching the way her fur rippled in the breeze, accentuating the natural curves of her body. Lusty obsidian eyes roved over her form abashedly, lingering on her shapely rump until she looked back at him with a grin and asked his opinion. "It's perfect," he replied in a husky purr, though his eyes never left her, leaving room for debate on whether he was talking about the scenery or her.

Grinning like a ravenous predator, Alastor gracefully sauntered over to join his mate at the edge of the cliff, peering out at the sea for a moment before returning his gaze to her and nuzzling his snout along her cheek and behind her ear. "How does it feel to have everything you've ever wanted?" he whispered with a husky rasp of heated breath directly into her ear, using the smooth edges of sharp fangs to nip at the delicate appendage and nibble through her fur, his silky tail roaming slowly up the back of her thigh in a not-so-subtle hint of what was on his mind.

"Alastor Mendacium"