Taste Of Her Cherry Chap Stick

If Duchess had been seeking Alastor's attention, then she had it in spades now. No sooner had the behemoth laid down on the opposite side of her to encase the small and lithe fae between their much larger bodies, her warmth against him and her scent awakening the animal locked inside the recesses of his brain. Duchess looked between the alpha pair, then asked in an almost coy tone what they had in mind. A rumbling chuckle echoed in the depths of Alastor's broad chest, the smile on his face gradually stretching into a lecherous grin that showed off rows of sharp pearly daggers in his maw. She seemed eager enough, and from the eager look on Manea's face, he assumed his wife was just about ready to pull this delectable little morsel into bed with them then and there. He'd only enjoyed the company of another woman with his mate once before, but it still remained one of his favorite times he'd fucked Manea. There was just something about a threesome that really did something for the degenerate brute.

Duchess was right in one part of her thinking: she didn't have a choice. When Manea and Alastor decided they wanted to take someone into their bed to share and play with, they always got what they wanted. Alastor watched with lustful ebony eyes while Manea gripped Duchess' jaw and trailed nibbles up to her ear, whispering for the woman to come with them. The dire brute rose to his mammoth height above the dainty fae, absolutely dwarfing her with his size, though didn't move to follow Manea until Duchess did first. He was corralling her of sorts, herding her in the direction Manea led the trio. It was abundantly clear that Duch could not get away now, not with the colossal wolf behind her making sure she followed their violet leader. The group made their way up to Manea and Alastor's hidden alcove, already done up for comfort and awaiting the wolves. Manea collapsed to the plush furs first, stretching out her long, limber body in a way that practically made Alastor drool over her. The sultry minx of a queen beckoned her husband over, and without any hesitation, the demon-furred wolf made his way to join her on the furs, his heavily muscled body falling with a powerful thud directly in front of her.

As soon as he'd relaxed on the fur, he felt Manea's velvety paw pads catch his cheek and brought his muzzle to hers, feeling the softness and warmth of her mouth lock with his. A rumbling murr of delight vibrated in the brute's throat while he kissed her hard back, pouring forth all his heated passion in the way his tongue slid into her maw and roamed Manea's mouth, savoring her taste. Once their lips parted, both Mendaciums turned their heads to look at Duchess, Manea inviting the petite woman over with a pat to the furs while Alastor's obsidian eyes smoldered with primal desire. There was no question what he wanted. His gaze told her everything she needed to know: join us or I will run you down. If Duchess wanted to try to flee... well, he didn't mind a bit of a chase and roughing her up some.


"Alastor"