Spa Day

It was difficult to not blame herself, but she knew Alastor spoke the truth when he said how impossible it really was to have prepared for it. She had known what was coming, had completed the same ceremony many times on behalf of other family members, and even she had a difficult time forcing herself to go through with what had to be done. Still, even if he hadn't put any of the blame on her after the dust had settled, it did ease her worries a bit to have him accept her apology. As powerful and capable as she usually felt, she still often didn't feel worthy of the devout dedication that he had committed to her and the sacrifices he willingly made for her. He had given her the world and in return had earned her heart and soul that she had committed to him for the rest of eternity. She hummed softly with contentment and pleasure as his teeth found her ear, her head tipping slightly into the affection as it added to the light, pleasant tingles that had been dancing over her skin from the feeling of his body pressed to hers and his paws roaming and massaging over her.

His apology also wasn't needed, but it did help as they continued to mend the hurt from that day and make amends, binding themselves back together even more strongly than before. She gave a small shake of her head and left a tender kiss at the top of his cheek where the ebony fur gave way to the ruby that underlined each of his eyes. "It's not your fault either. You love our children so deeply and that's a quality I adore about you. I do not blame you for how you reacted, but I also accept your apology all the same." She leaned back just enough to be able to brush her muzzle against his, her gaze finding the obsidian pools of his eyes with a small, hopeful grin that pulled slightly at her lips. "Besides... You'll have a chance to make it up to me next time." There had certainly been a moment in the aftermath of Fiametta's birth where she had considered the possibility of having to give up having children for the sake of their marriage, Alastor's sanity, and their family. But, as they found one another again and worked out the reasons behind what had happened, she knew that wasn't the answer. They had already been blessed with three perfect, stunning children, but she would always want more. She loved being a mother more than most things in her life and squandering the gift that they had been given of being one another's soul mates, of finding the other half meant for one another felt like the biggest insult she could imagine to the Ancients that had provided this to them.

In the wake of the emotions that she laid bare for him, all that was left was the pure adoration, love, and undeniable lust for this brute that fit her like no one else and balanced her so incredibly well. She pressed a kiss to his lips, starting more loving and tender at first, but quickly building with intensity and desire as she pressed her body tight to his. Her forelegs looped around his neck while she kissed him more deeply and passionately, her eyes drifting closed and tongue finding his with a quiet moan. The taste of his mouth was welcome and familiar, every part of him feeling like home. As long as she was with him she felt like she could take on the world and like she was the most powerful and beautiful wolf that had ever roamed these lands. She shifted how she was sitting in his lap to press her hips more firmly and temptingly into his, slowly rocking and moving against him with the gentle sway of the water around them, feeling an entirely different kind of heat from that of the hot spring building up in her belly and making it feel like she couldn't possibly be close enough to him.

"Manea Mendacium"