Honey, honey, you're my favorite drug

Manea responded to the rousing of his violent demons in exactly the way he had hoped she would. She struggled beneath him, but not once did she try to get him off of her. She submitted herself to his dominance, her paw grasping his ankle as if he were a weight keeping her grounded even as he was choking the life from her. It was such an erotic sight and such a turn on for Alastor to see Manea in this state, knowing he had full control over her and she was willingly subjugating herself to him. So often their relationship had been her taking control of him, both in and out of the bedroom. This had been a much needed reminder for the both of them that he held substantial power in their relationship too. He could overpower her, do with her as he pleased, even kill her if he desired it. Just out here on this beach, Alastor counted several different ways he could snuff her out, and no one would ever know. That rush of power reminded the dire wolf of who he was and what he was capable of, and it empowered him to remind Manea of the same things.

When he kissed Manea, he half expected her to fight back then, but to his surprise and delight, his violet queen gave herself up to him instead, meeting his passion with a fiery passion of her own. Alastor uttered a hungry growl into Manea's mouth as he made out with her, their tongues sparring while she wrapped herself around him, forelegs looping his neck to tangle her toes in his flowing fur. Her back arched beneath him, allowing Alastor to slip the paw on her throat underneath her and tug her slender body up tighter to his. When she growled back into his mouth and hooked her hind legs around his waist to cling tighter to him, Alastor nearly lost his mind. His brain was swimming in wild, carnal lust, every part of him aching for her—though some parts more than others. His claws scratched at her back where her held her, digging into her warm skin and secure his hold on her. This was a primal and savage form of desire, and it was a harken back to the early days of their love. Alastor was also reminded of their wedding night, of the untamed and unbridled mating they had shared in the wake of their bloody fight where he'd been named Mendacium. That same lust now set his blood ablaze and clouded his mind until his only thoughts were of Manea and claiming her over and over again until they were both spent and exhausted and she was totally and unquestionably his once more.

Manea gave a quiet growl of heated need and squeezed her hind legs around his waist, tugging his hips down into hers. Alastor released a lecherous growl in response when he felt her heated flesh make contact with his, every muscle in his body rippling with a shiver. She was giving all of herself over to him and his desires, and the demon inside him reveled at the feast they were about to gorge themselves on. Parting his mouth from Manea's with a heavy gasp, the panting dire wolf shifted his hind legs apart to get a better stance, his paw pulling his claws down her back until he was gripping around her waist to angle her hips up into his. Then Alastor pressed himself forward and joined their bodies roughly together with a lustful snarl. Obsidian eyes rolled back behind fluttering eyelids. The dire brute grit his teeth as he immediately settled into his rhythms, taking Manea right there on the beach while he clung to her in a possessive, passionate, frenzied fashion. A final touch to his total dominance over the Matriarch, the Commander bared his teeth and lunged forward with open jaws, sealing them around her exposed throat to both hold her steady and let her feel the prick of his fangs against her neck while he had his way with her and slaked both their desperate needs in one frantic, ravenous swoop.

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"Manea & Alastor Mendacium"