Luxury Accommodations

The young alpha Artorias was polite and cordial to both Mendaciums, and Alastor could instantly see why Manea said she enjoyed teasing him and ruffling his feathers so much. As Artorias welcomed them in and explained the rules of the Hallows, Manea didn't miss a beat to tease him about the pack's hard stance on peace within its borders. Heaving a dramatic sigh and rolling his eyes in an exaggerated display, Alastor groaned and replied, "Aww, and I was so looking forward to starting a fight club. Okay, dear, if you insist!" Hopefully Artorias had a sense of humor, otherwise things were about to get very dull between the three wolves indeed. Then again, he didn't think Manea would be half as interested in a wolf who didn't take dark humor. Walking across the plains to the castle, Alastor got to enjoy the show of Manea flirting with and teasing Artorias, doing his best to keep from letting any snickers or laughs slip while the violet fae commented on admiring Artorias more for showing up to their first meeting smelling of sex, then pushing his buttons with her purring exposition of how much fun her and Alastor were having making babies together. Alastor shot his own sly grin the Aegis' way, along with a wink for good measure. He could get in on the teasing as well, and Artorias was a good-looking brute, and oh so much fun to play with!

The tour of the castle had been enlightening. Alastor had never seen such an impressive structure before, and the entire place exuded opulence, sanctuary, and power. The first floor seemed easy enough to navigate, and he supposed they didn't need to know much of the other floors—unless Manea intended them to sneak up to pay an unexpected visit to the alpha and his queen in the middle of the night. Perhaps he'd fuck Manea's brains out at the top of the tower too, just for good measure and fun memories. The room they were presented with to stay in was spacious and comfortable, and already Alastor was imagining plowing Manea facedown into the pillows and sheets. A lecherous grin painted the brute's muzzle as he stepped into the room behind his mate, noting the way she rubbed up against Artorias. He was quite enjoying the show she was putting on teasing the young brute.

"Yes, you have a lovely home, Artorias. Thank you for your hospitality," Alastor said in agreement to Manea's sentiments, leaning his broad body back into his slender wife's as they rejoined one another's sides. While Manea grinned and fixed Artorias with suggestive eyes, Alastor tipped his muzzle down to cover his wife's ears and crown in slow licks and nibbles, smoldering black eyes shifting from her to the azure male at the door, the look he gave the Aegis one of barely contained implication hinting at what he was going to be doing to the violet fae as soon as that door closed. Manea's offer of dinner together for the two couples brought a quiet chuckle from within the dire brute, one only Manea would hear and know the meaning behind it. He knew what she was implying and had in mind for the two couples. Alastor was keen to the idea; this would be the first time the Mendacium couple were involved with another couple of any sort, and he sincerely hoped Artorias and his queen would be game for a foursome.

"Alastor Mendacium"