I am one with the animal inside

As that post-battle wave of ecstasy washed over Alastor while his body burned off the lingering adrenaline in his bloodstream, the gargantuan brute reveled in the feeling of absolute bliss and liveliness. Very few things titillated the demon inside him quite like stealing the life from a hapless victim, and he'd just enjoyed that carnage sixfold. Pink tongue rolled over ebony lips, clearing off the blood that dripped from his muzzle. That delicious flavor of copper and iron danced on his tastebuds, activating the primal chemical reaction inside his damaged brain that fed his inner animal. A shudder visibly rippled down Alastor's spine, his fur standing on end like there was static in the air. Oh gods, that had felt so good! But even after all the murder and bloodshed, Alastor still felt that tension in his core as another hunger and lust of his remained unslaked. Truly there was nothing quite like fucking after a good battle, a pastime he and Manea often enjoyed together. However, this time around the dire brute's mate was nowhere nearby. But there was another fae who was...

As if on cue, the alluring tones of Scylla's voice spoke out to him from her perch atop the stone she was resting on. Alastor's obsidian eyes slowly opened, his head turning to peer over at the lithe little fae spread out like she were a sunbathing feline, meeting her intrigued heterochromatic gaze with one of his own still clouded with a haze of primal hunger. Ravenous eyes drank in Scylla's slender frame with dark desire, roaming over shapely curves and smooth, supple planes with lecherous appreciation. It wasn't all Alastor in that carnal gaze, but he also wasn't absent from it either. The Mendacium brute was a primal creature at nature, and though it was the animalistic side of the brute at the helm right now, there was no denying the awareness that was still in those ebony pools that leered out at the slate and cream fae, ready to pounce on her and devour her in all the best ways. She asked him if he felt better and the dire wolf responded with a guttural growl. In some ways he did, and in others he still felt uncomfortably wound up. But he knew just how to release that tension building inside his core, tightening like a spring threatening to explode.

"Not yet," came the growled response of Alastor, his tones rough and deep like he was battling against his baser urges. He knew Scylla was not off limits. He knew Manea had had the little fae to herself after their drunken girls night, and while that hadn't made the dire brute jealous per se, it had let him know that the Klein fae was fair game for them. Rising off the bloodied body of his last kill, Alastor stalked his way over to the rock where she lay, large pink tongue rolling over his muzzle to clean and collect the remnants of blood from his fur. He didn't think Scylla had any problem getting bloody, but he was also still a gentleman and didn't want to get the lady unnecessarily messy—not yet at least. Inky black eyes held her mismatched jewels, never looking away until he had come right up to the rock, so tall that he could easily bring his face closer to hers. Nares flared as he breathed in her scent—sweet, clean, feminine. Delicious.

Unable to resist himself, the giant of a brute lifted one large onyx paw to wrap around the back of the slender fae's head. She was so small, so delicate compared to the monstrous wolf. A part of him feared he would break her. A stronger part of him didn't care as he brought his muzzle forward to claim her mouth in a heated kiss. Alastor growled deep in his gullet, a rumble of delight as his tongue pushed into Scylla's maw, sampling her taste with curiosity and hunger. Dark eyes closed, heartbeat pounding in his head... or was that the monster trying to break free again? Alastor couldn't be sure. The paw on the back of her head squeezed, just enough to demonstrate some of his strength to Scylla. The animal wanted her to know just how much raw power it possessed in this body and just what he could do to her. Alastor parted his muzzle from hers after a few long moments, eyes snapping open and gleaming with barely contained lust. He couldn't hold back anymore. "If you don't want this... start running." This was the last warning Alastor could give to Scylla before he lost control. Even if she ran, he would likely chase her down, but at least the agile fae had a chance of getting away from him. If she stayed any longer, then Scylla would be about to find out why Manea had been so quick to take him as her mate.

"Alastor Mendacium"