Keep That Fire Burning

A shiver of primal lust rippled down Alastor's spine and settled between his thighs when he heard Manea release a needy moan into their passionate kiss, stirring the feral animal inside of him. He would not be as wild as he was when they'd made their first litter a year ago simply due to the absence of his rage state and his mate hadn't spent two weeks sexually torturing him and keeping him pent up, but Alastor was still a rough and wild lover in his own right. His tongue danced and wrestled with hers between their conjoined mouths, savoring her flavor while they made out, expertly arousing and working the other up in ways only they knew how to. All the while Manea's fluffy tail continued to sway and swish over his most prized and sensitive parts of his male anatomy, coaxing deep guttural groans from the massive brute. Manea knew how to expertly manipulate his body to her whims, and while he knew she could have easily just had sex with him for the function of creating a new Mendacium life, he greatly appreciated the extra effort she put in to be sexy for him, to tease him and play with him. It kept their sex life fun and active, and left him addicted to her more and more every time they fucked, like a junkie taking another hit of heroin.

So lost had he been in their kissing that Alastor didn't notice Manea move until he felt the velvety pads of her leonine paws gliding over his vulnerable throat. Their lips broke with a soft gasp from the brute, which was swiftly cut short and silenced when she gripped him by the neck, squeezing with just enough strength to constrict his windpipe and make breathing more of a chore than a passive act. Smoldering obsidian gaze shot open once more to lock with his mate's sultry, heavy-lidded bedroom eyes while she gasped and grinned at him, that unmistakable primal need of a bitch in heat looking to be bred clouding her clear aqua jewels. She spoke her solitary desire to him in a rich, provocative purr, neither asking nor demanding him to have his way with her and take her as his until her cries of passion were heard across all of Auster. A pulse of heat exploded in Alastor's core, once more coming to rest between his legs, and he released a slightly strangled growl that was once again cut off when the violet fae gave his throat a firmer squeeze and nipped at his lip. Oh, she was asking for it... and she was going to get it.

The moment Manea let go of his neck, Alastor moved into action, bringing his muzzle back to the side of Manea's neck with a lustful growl while he nipped and nibbled his way from her neck down to her shoulder. Inch by inch, the demon wolf worked his way down Manea's voluptuous form, worshipping her and savoring her, drinking in her nubile body like these were his last moments on earth. Sharp fangs combed through soft fur and over warm, delicate skin on her side until he reached her waist. Then Alastor lifted a paw and caught Manea's silky tail, holding the object that had been riling him up for the past several minutes over her hips and out of his way while he reached her rear end. Her scent of heat nearly overwhelmed him, her pheromones activating hard-coded feral genes and desires within him. He was a virile brute and she was a fertile fae in heat. Nature demanded they breed to continue on their bloodline—and he would do just that. Pausing long enough just to tease her with a few swipes of a warm, soft tongue over her delicate flesh, Alastor then lunged into action, leaping atop of Manea and mounting her roughly. His jaws shot forward, grasping his mate by the back of her neck while his paws wrapped around her waist to hold her steady. Even if she'd wanted to, there would be no getting away from him now.

"I hope you're ready to sing, my Manea, because when I'm done with you, the whole world will know you belong to me," he spoke in growling words right beside her ear. Then his jaws tightened around her scruff, teeth sinking into her flesh and claws gripping her waist tightly as he pressed his hips roughly to hers and sank home. The dire brute let out a snarling groan as he began, and he wouldn't stop until he was sure Manea was pregnant with his children and she'd screamed her voice hoarse proclaiming that she belonged to him, just as he belonged to her.

- fade -

"Alastor Mendacium"