Spa Day

The cold of winter gripped Boreas like an icy talon once more. Light dustings of snow had begun to appear across the lands, and the black-furred wolf lumbering through the woods stood in stark contrast to the dead browns and grays and pristine whites. Alastor led the way through the woods, guiding his wife to their secret destination with a smile on his face. Little Fiametta had grown from little wiggly nugget into a tumble little puppy, scampering anywhere and everywhere her little legs could take her. Manea had fully recovered from birthing and nursing their little fireball, and before she returned to her duties as alpha in full force, Alastor wanted to treat her to a little bit of pampering and relaxation therapy. He led Manea south from Elysium and through the forest to where the hot springs lay, casting a pleased grin to her every so often while they walked together through the wintry woods.

"We're almost there, my violet galaxy!" he declared, nudging his side a little more insistently into hers and swatting at her hips with his long, flowing tail. Ever the flirt and tease, Alastor let his obsidian eyes move down over Manea's supple form while they walked, drinking her in with a thirst that hadn't been satisfied in a little while since she'd reached the final weeks of her pregnancy. Her already voluptuous body was even more shapely and womanly now thanks to the pregnancy hormones, and his queen was carrying a little extra weight around her hips that nearly made the brute salivate. Ah, but he could rein in his urges for a little while longer. Today was her day, after all! Turning his gaze forward again, Alastor followed the faint scent of sulfur on the air until he found the clearing of hot water springs at the base of the mountains, the air in the clearing misting and foggy with the drastic temperature difference between the water and the air.

"And here we are!" Alastor led Manea over to one of the larger pools of steamy water that he'd prepared earlier that morning to surprise her with. Already he'd gathered some thick furs to use as towels and bedding, a few skins of summer mead he'd bartered off some traveling merchants, and some salmon and venison jerky for his beloved to enjoy during her pampering. Was he spoiling her rotten with this gesture of appreciation? Maybe, but Manea was worth the effort and attention. "Welcome to your personal spa for the day, Manea! I'll be your host, masseuse, chiropractor, and lifeguard on duty! Unlicensed positions, of course." Alastor gestured with a waving arm to her selection of treats. "So what would you like to begin with, my love? A soak in the springs? A massage? This day is yours to direct!"

"Alastor Mendacium"