Keep That Fire Burning

The reactions Alastor was able to coax from his mate were one of the greatest aphrodisiacs to the horny dire brute. Watching the way her eyes fluttered closed while she made happy hums and leaned into him was an incredible turn on and encouraged him to keep doing more and more to tease her, rile her up, and make her feel good. He loved making Manea feel good and live in a state of constant pleasure and bliss. She grinned and replied to his question that she felt incredible, at the top of the world now that she had everything she ever wanted. Alastor responded with a deep, rumbling growl of delight; she deserved to have all of her dreams come true, and he had been more than happy to help make that reality. "You are at the top of the world, my goddess. Just look around you..." With a massive black paw, Alastor swept his arm around at the scene surrounding the pair of lovers. From rolling hills to expansive sea, Manea was literally and figuratively at the top of this world right now—with the exception of that castle tower in the distance. Maybe he'd be able to convince the pack there to let him take his wife to the top so she could really be fucked at the top of Auster.

A soft brushing of Manea's silky fur against the back of his thigh brought rumbling murrs from the dark brute, who happily entwined his luxuriously furred tail around his wife's in turn. Alastor tipped his jaw towards her muzzle while she nibbled along his cheek with a sultry gaze of her own. She said she couldn't have done this without him, but he disagreed. "Yes you could have," he remarked in his usual deep baritone voice, huskier with heated lust while obsidian eyes gazed into her deep aquamarine jewels. "You are incredible, Manea. You can accomplish anything you set your mind to." The grin on his lips widened, showing off more of his twin rows of pearly daggers within his maw. "You just didn't have to. I was happy to help you make your dreams your reality. All of them... including what we're about to make reality right now." The dark brute spoke the last sentence with a huskier rumble in his voice, smoldering black eyes never leaving hers for a second.

If Alastor had any doubts about what Manea had in mind when she brought him up here, they were quickly dispelled when he felt her soft tail sweep up the back of his thigh again, except this time it curled around the back of his leg and snaked up between his thighs, brushing that wonderful softness against his most sensitive parts of his anatomy. Manea coaxed vibrating murrs and muted moans from the massive brute, a little quiver passing through his muscles from the enticing touch. Leaning back in, Alastor nipped and nibbled along the side and back of Manea's neck, slowly working his way to the edge of her jaw, and then along it until his lips found hers. "What do you desire now, my goddess?" he asked her in a low, heated whisper just before he claimed her mouth with his, abyssal eyes vanishing behind black lids while he kissed her deeply and passionately, pouring forth every ounce of love and devotion he had for her.

His lips moved against hers with slow yet insistent pressure, parting them so he could leisurely slip his tongue into her maw and taste her, a low, lecherous growl of need and want echoing in the depths of his barrel chest. He knew Manea would likely have ideas for what she wanted to do with him up here, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to kiss his mate, to taste her tongue and mouth, and feel and hear her moan for him into their kiss. Then she could have him any way and every way she wanted.

"Alastor Mendacium"