Talk Shop

A sly grin of his own spread across Artorias' lips when Manea returned his playful banter back to him, making a quip of how he might not be fully versed in her intimate side yet, but he was still quite familiar with those parts of her. By now, the young alpha's pulse was racing in his veins, quickened by their verbal exchange. He enjoyed their banter of suggestive remarks and thinly veiled innuendos. This sort of talk with the Elysian alphess felt naughty, salacious, scandalous. Despite having consensually joined this polyamorous relationship of sorts with the Mendaciums and Briar, talking so lewdly with a woman other than his wife had this thrilling indecency to it that he was still getting used to.

As if to emphasize that point, Manea brought about another pang of heat bursting from Artorias' core when her silken tail brushed up along the back of his thigh, drifting awfully close to some very sensitive parts of his anatomy while giving him a daring look and remarking that almost every need of hers was met on her island with Alastor. Artorias' surprised expression from Manea's sudden touch settled back into a knowing grin, chuckling under his breath which he was struggling to keep even right now. He knew the needs the Mendacium fae was referring to—ones he and Briar were filling for her. "Well, perhaps some frequent guests could fill all those other needs here on your island for you," he teased back, trying to maintain his composure though it was obvious how much Manea's skillful teasing was starting to make him unravel.

Manea echoed his offers in their alliance, and like that, the pact was made. The Hallows and Elysium would enjoy an alliance together, one Artorias was sure would be a mutually beneficial and productive one at that. There could always be more offered later on as their allegiance evolved with their packs, but for now, this felt like a good start to their relationship. Showing just how much they were on the same wavelength, Manea commented on how much she was looking forward to working with the Carpathians, her ever-present grin leaving little to guess and so much to the imagination. Artorias chuckled, but the sound was swiftly cut short when he felt Manea's large paw lift from his own to catch his cheek in velvety paw pads, the soft touch making his heart skip and tingling fire to spread beneath his skin where she touched him. The lustful, heated interest that smoldered in Manea's aqua eyes enticed and excited the young brute, captivated by that sultry gaze while Manea simply grinned all the wider like a hungry predator eyeing up her prey. Artorias had been under the wanton gazes of several women in his life, but something about Manea's in particular left him reeling and enthralled.

Artorias felt shivers of delight race down his spine while Manea's leonine paw traced from his cheek down along the curve of his jaw, slipping underneath his muzzle to cup his snout with a tender yet possessive caress. He felt the sharp pricks of Manea's deadly claws extend from her toes to comb through the thin fur on his chin and stroke the warm, tender skin beneath his muzzle, the soft vulnerable part of Artorias right within the alphess' dangerous grasp. His breath caught in his throat, his tail twitching with anxious yet eager energy behind him as a dizzying mix of adrenaline and arousal coursed through his bloodstream, his breathing rough and short while he gasped under those new sensations. Manea delighted in teasing him, and she tempted him further when she spoke in a sultry purr of the many things more she could show him and Briar—perhaps even tonight if they didn't mind leaving Elysium more tired and sore than they arrived. Artorias' lips twitched upwards in an eager grin, fiery eyes shining with a keen interest and intense arousal.

"Sounds like a good night in my books," replied Artorias, his voice husky and broken with his heated breaths. All the while the young brute held the voluptuous fae's eyes, amber losing themselves in aqua pools. He felt paralyzed, trapped by Manea's hold on his jaw, heart hammering in his chest. The violet queen of Elysium responded with an airy chuckle and placing a light, teasing lick across the end of his muzzle, drawing a shuddering exhale from the alpha—and then she let him go. As if a spell was broken, Artorias shuddered and regained control of his faculties, drawing in a few breaths while blinking rapidly to clear his foggy head. When he looked back up, Manea was already walking back towards Alias Island, her hips swaying in a salacious display with her feathery tail swishing as if to beckon him after her. There was little doubt what was on the violet fae's mind, and the azure and obsidian brute was all too eager to celebrate their way too. With a quick trot, Artorias caught up to Manea, following alongside his new ally all the way back to the island to find their respective mates. It was about to be a very long, very enjoyable night for the four of them.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"