Luxury Accommodations

Artorias had seen the way his kiss to Briar had gotten her to relax some, the grin on her face telling him all he needed to know. This was going to be a huge step for both of them, but together they could do it. The wine-drunk Artorias was already feeling hot and bothered and ready to go, eager to play with Briar and experiment with their guests, but he also wanted to do it with Briar joining in too. So he took things slow, moved at her pace, did what he could to get her comfortable. Once he'd settled onto the bed, he saw Manea approach Briar, brushing her side against the Fatalis fae's and catching her off guard. Manea guided Briar up to the bed, hopping up to join him first before his fiancée jumped up as well. Briar settled down between him and Manea, but before Artorias could slide closer to her, he felt the mattress shift and sag behind him. A quick turn of his head and he was greeted with the jet black eyes and lecherous grin of Alastor looming over him. Alastor teased him with his words as the massive wolf settled down to the bed just behind him. Artorias blinked in surprise, but that surprise quickly shifted into shocked realization as Alastor wrapped his powerful forelegs around his sides, pulling Art's body closer to his until his back was pressed into the dark brute's chest.

Artorias gasped, his heart hammering in his chest when he felt Alastor's massive ebony paws roam leisurely across his chest and torso, feeling him up from shoulder to waist. The other brute's hold was so incredibly strong, really showing off just how much muscle he had beneath all that fluffy black fur that he was now feeling pressing against his backside. Alastor's paws left no section of his underside untouched, exploring every dip and curve of his physique he could reach. It left Artorias gasping and squirming from the touches that left tingles singing across his skin everywhere he was touched. It was delightful and arousing and wholly unexpected as Alastor manhandled him mere feet from where his fiancée and the Mendacium alpha's wife were laying. Alastor grabbed one of Art's ears between his teeth, drawing a reflexive gasp from the Aegis, then teased him further with his comments about Briar's shyness, feeling the other male's whispered words right in his ear. With the way they were lying and Alastor was holding him, Artorias was on his side facing the ladies, everything Alastor was doing to him on full display while he would have a front row seat to watch what Manea and Briar did on their own.

Artorias shuddered from tip to tail, his gaze peering across the bedspread to where Manea was currently stroking and teasing Briar gently, gradually coaxing her out with purred words and seductive glances. Seeing the larger fae touching and tempting Briar sent a spike of heat lancing through Art's belly, fire racing in his blood at the sight before him. His breathing grew shorter, heavier, more uneven, only exacerbated when Alastor's paws roamed further south, teasing over his waist. Artorias groaned beneath his breath and writhed in the Genetor's hold, feeling Alastor pull him tighter into him. He knew exactly what sort of show Alastor had in mind to put on for the ladies with how low his paw was drifting, but in his position, he was powerless to resist him. All the squirming and thrashing for control did nothing, he was too overpowered by the stronger brute. "You think I'm gonna let you just take control, huh?" he growled back over his shoulder to the other brute. Alastor's chuckle in his ear sent a shiver racing down his spine, one of those huge black paws slipping down past his waist, dancing between his lower belly and groin in an awful teasing torture. Artorias gasped and released a heated breath, biting his lip to cut off an involuntary whine as he growled and squirmed some more. If Alastor thought he was going to dominate him so easily, drunk or not, he had another thing coming!

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"