Good ol fashioned stress relief

Alastor knew that Manea's libido would be at its peak in the aftermath of their bloody hunt. The two wolves were alike in so many ways. It was this exact kind of violence that had bound them together in the first place, the day he had met this drop dead gorgeous violet fae slaughtering a dire wolf. He had known in that moment that he had been lovestruck by her, and every moment like this since had solidified that in his heart, soul, and mind. He and Manea were soulmates—more than just the Mendacium belief of the concept, but in every conceivable way. They were meant for one another, created for each other, destined to be together. She brought out the best in him, supported and comforted him, and indulged him in all of his violent and salacious tendencies. Manea made him the better version of himself, and he owed her his life for the love and joy she had brought him.

Seeing that sly grin on his wife's lips as he approached her told him everything he needed to know. Manea would know what was coming, but Alastor would hold nothing back from her. The primal side of him had been released, and now that his bloodlust had been slaked, it was time to satisfy his more carnal lusts. Manea did nothing to resist his advances on her, their lips locking with growls of desire from his mate. The dire brute responded with lustful growls of his own as his tongue wrestled with hers between their maws, allowing her to taste the rich bison blood on his palate. Alastor kissed his mate deeply and with a smoldering passion for several long moments, making out with her until they absolutely had to pull apart for a breath. Shooting a heated look at Manea with a lecherous grin on his bloodstained muzzle, Alastor swiftly ducked his body beneath Manea's and swept her off her paws, carrying his violet queen the short distance over to the bison carcass and tossing her onto the thick, warm body like a giant mattress.

In a move reminiscent of their first time together, Alastor pounced on Manea, pinning her down to the buffalo while he kissed her deep and hard again, tasting her with growling moans and deep murrs of delight and need. Giant ebony paws pressed down on either side of Manea, trapping her beneath the bulk of his muscular form while he broke their kiss with a playful nip to her lips. A predatory grin painted on his visage, Alastor's lips met Manea's throat just beneath her jaw, slowly trailing kisses and nips down her body, moving inch by inch lower and lower while he gradually worked his way down her form. She had brought a life back to him that had dimmed in the wake of the tragedy of his bond with Relm, and now he would make her sing her love for him to the whole world as he ravaged her again and again.

- fade -

"Manea & Alastor Mendacium"