A Love Like War

Just as he stole her breath away, Manea stole his in turn with every roll and drop of her hips against his that brought him riding over tsunami waves of pure pleasure and with every flex of her paw around his throat. She played him like an instrument, controlling his sounds of pleasure with her body and her grip, coaxing deep and rumbling moans and growls from him and then strangling them or silencing them entirely with however strong she wanted to choke him at that given time. Obsidian eyes glazed over with euphoria and rolled back behind half-closed lids as Manea drowned him in this river of absolute sexual gratification, totally dominating and possessing and using him as she pleased, staking her claim fresh over him as his mate and he her brute. It was erotic and hot and everything he enjoyed oh so much! He could feel Manea's strength waning as her movements atop him became shorter and more fatigued, but his mate, ever insistent in being in control and seeing things through to the end, refused to stop. He saw that possessed grin on her face and in her gorgeous aqua eyes. She wasn't going to stop until she had both of them howling to the heavens.

And she did just that, bringing Alastor higher and higher up to that plateau of pure pleasure as the coil inside his belly tightened and tightened, his muscles tensing and body preparing for its finish. Teeth gnashed together and his hips pressed harder to hers with shorter, erratic bucks until she was crying out her passion and she tensed around all of him. Manea brought Alastor careening into his climax with her, the dire brute groaning aloud as he hit his peak with her, massive paws flexing to dig his claws into her hips while their bodies pressed together one final time. That groan was swiftly cut off with a choking gag when Manea's leonine paw squeezed around his throat through the duration of her orgasm, making his head swim with the heady sensations of his own climax and the oxygen deprivation. When Manea did eventually release her grip, Alastor gasped for breath, a floaty expression on his face and satisfied grin creeping across his muzzle.

As the two lovers slowly descended from the high of their fucking into the blissful afterglow of post-coital cuddling, Alastor happily received Manea's body down across his as if he were a mattress for her. His strong forelimbs slid up to wrap around her back, holding his mate safe and secure while she settled in on top of him, snuggling up all happy and cozy with her head tucked beneath his. Gradually their labored breathing began to settle down until Alastor heard the telltale sounds of Manea's slower breathing that meant she had drifted off to sleep. The dire brute grinned proudly; she was so adorable when she wore herself out fucking him. With one paw idly rubbing up and down her back, it was only a few moments more before Alastor's eyes closed and the brute had also drifted off into a content and peaceful sleep with his wife atop of him and cuddled up in his arms.

"Alastor Mendacium"