Allies with benefits

As shy and demure as Briar still seemed to be regarding any topics of the depraved nature, she was quickly coming around to involving herself in them more readily. Perhaps a growing effect of the time the four alphas had shared together in a wine-induced foursome back at the Hallows a couple seasons ago? Manea would be so proud of the growth Briar was showing, of that he had no doubt, and the thought made Alastor's grin widen a touch. He couldn't wait for his wife and the Hallows' Aegis to return so she could see for herself how Briar was developing. As the Queen pocketed the Ambrosia he offered her and thanked him, he dismissed her gratitude with a smile and wave of his paw. "Don't mention it, my dear! I'm sure you and Artorias will have plenty of fun with it!" He punctuated his statement with a somewhat ribald laugh. He could just imagine the prim and proper Queen turning into a carnal beast and going savage on her husband behind closed doors once she took a sip of Irilyth's little drug. Ah, what he wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall of that room!

When Briar accepted his offer for a massage, Alastor's expression visibly brightened on his face, long flowing tail swishing behind him as it began to wag. "Wonderful! Now, you just get comfortable, my darling Briar, and I'll take care of the rest." While Briar got herself stretched out and relaxed on the furs, Alastor rose to his paws and vanished down the tunnels that led to his and Manea's bedchambers, picking out a spiced body oil that held a sweet, spicy aroma to it he thought she might like. Returning to the common area with the bottle held carefully between his teeth, Alastor got set up just behind Briar, surreptitiously letting his dark gaze rove over her spread out body with subtle lecherous intent. "I had a feeling you'd like the smell of this," he said after removing the stopper on the bottle, presenting the oil to Briar to sniff, notes of sweet cinnamon, ginger, and vanilla wafting from the bottle. When he had received the Queen's approval, Alastor gave her a gleeful smile and climbed over top of the prone fae, carefully settling his body back so he was positioned just behind her rear.

Alastor hummed a tune while he dabbed a good amount of the oil onto his paws, rubbing it together to warm it some before leaning down over Briar's form and resting his massive paws on the tawny fae's shoulders. With the good difference in their size, it was easy for him to be able to lean forward and reach any part of Briar. He began at her shoulders and the base of her neck, rubbing squishy paw pads into her muscles as he felt around for any signs of tension or knots. His digits rubbed and kneaded her muscles in firm yet pleasant circles, following the natural planes and curves of her body down her back. As he worked, he massaged the oil into her skin, leaving Briar feeling silky soft and smelling delicious. He had done this for Manea from time to time whenever his mate needed a bit of pampering, and seeing how much she had enjoyed her spa day, it became something he used in his repertoire for getting his wife in the mood for some passion. The lustful part of his brain wondered if it would do the same for Briar also...

The giant dire wolf continued to hum while he rubbed his paws down Briar's sides from her shoulder blades to her waist, pausing every so often to get more oil on his paws before continuing, grinning to himself while he watched what his massage was doing to Briar. "How does that feel so far, Briar?" asked Alastor after some time, kneading with a gentle pressure into her lower back just above her pelvis as he worked a knot out of her muscles, then sliding his paws back up along her spine from waist to the base of her neck and rubbing in hard there. "Am I pressing too hard? Would you like me to focus somewhere in particular?"

"Alastor Mendacium"