Honey, honey, you're my favorite drug

Alastor could watch that smile growing on Manea's lips all day long if given the chance. Seeing her happy and so full of love and bliss made him feel alive and brought him a peace nothing else in this world seemed to be able to. While he spoke, giving her his assurances and apologies, she remained quiet and took in all in. And when he was done speaking, Manea responded by stroking the back of his neck with delicate affections and pressed her lips to his again and again, peppering his lips with soft, loving kisses. She agreed to let him make amends in his own way and compensate her for the anniversary he had managed to ruin with his stupidity. That made the demon brute smile; he wasn't often given second chances, but already he had an idea of what he could do for her to make up for missing their special day. He would need a little bit of time to prep it, but that worked out, since he knew her heat season would be coming up soon, and if he could time things right, he might be able to give Manea an even greater night than just their anniversary alone would have been.

Manea wasn't done with him yet though, and the violet fae surprised him by continuing to claim she had some making up of her own to do as well. She felt she hadn't been treating him fairly with his freedoms to pursue Relm the same way she had been pursuing her own lovers on her own. A curious brow raised above dark abyssal eyes. He fully hadn't expected this turn of events with Manea. It seemed she was at least beginning to acknowledge and understand where he was coming from—even if it was a little undermined by her remark about wanting to selfishly keep him to herself. Alastor easily returned her kiss, still lying flat on his back while he watched his gorgeous wife lift herself up off of him to grin down at him, seeing the lustfulness in her expression while she gazed at him. Her words tempted and intrigued him. She had planned something to surprise him with first on their anniversary and hadn't gotten to give it to him. Now it seemed like he would be finding out what had been in his sultry, salacious wife's mind for him that day, and he couldn't be more excited!

Before Alastor could make a remark or do anything, Manea was already beginning to ever so slowly work her way down his body, savoring each inch of skin and muscle she passed over with tender touches and affectionate kisses. Her large, soft tiger paws and warm lips worked in tandem across his body, feeling up and over his broad chest, trim sides, and toned stomach, making his muscles tense and quiver with each touch that sent ripples of lust racing through his nerves. Alastor murred and rumbled his delight in response, watching with intrigued eyes and a lecherous grin while she nibbled her way down his belly, claws combing through his fur while she slid lower and lower. "Mmm I think I see what you have in mind, my sexy mate..." he purred in husky, nearly growled tones. A giant paw lifted to find the top of Manea's head, stroking over her brow and encouraging her onward, lower down his body to the destination between his legs he wanted her to be and where she was no doubt headed. "Careful, my darling, there's a choking hazard down that way..." Alastor flashed Manea a cheeky, roguish grin, chuckling under his breath while he waited with bated breath for Manea to go lower and make his mind go blank.

"Manea & Alastor Mendacium"