A midnight Mendacium dance

Alastor had not expected Manea to deny him his request of a violent dance together; she had never refused an opportunity to get her paws and jaws on him before and that was not going to change tonight. Alastor returned Manea's grin as the two Mendaciums prepared themselves for their dance on the moonlit terrace high in the mountains, the auroras bathing them in neon lights. It was moments like this that they had built their relationship on, and it was these moments that made Alastor feel alive, the same ways he had when she had breathed new life into him when he had gone wayward so many years ago. His flowing tail swished with excitement behind him as his wife began to stalk her way towards him with graceful, practiced movements, almost feline-like in nature. Obsidian eyes tracked her movements around him, keeping his svelte mate in his sights at all times. Ordinarily, allowing her to sneak up behind him would have been exactly what the dire brute would have wanted—but in a spar, it was the exact opposite.

Manea slunk around his side and Alastor pivoted on his paws, never permitting his violet queen to leave his line of sight, an eager and anticipatory grin peeled across his muzzle. Every nerve was steeled, every sense heightened, waiting for her. Sure enough, after teasing him and keeping him on edge, Manea suddenly lunged for him with deadly tiger paws extended for his neck. With his size and bulk, Alastor was not the most agile of wolves, and he was unable to withdraw before Manea’s paws grasped his shoulders, her sharp claws finding purchase through ebony fur and flesh. The dire brute grit his teeth in a snarl as he grimaced against the pain, enduring it so he could press his body back into Manea’s with all his might, letting her feel the ripple of solid muscles as he slammed into her like a sumo wrestler. The sting of pain ignited his nerves, electricity running through every synapse in his brain. The pain was like an aphrodisiac to the demon brute and he utilized it to his advantage.

With Manea still clinging to him, Alastor growled and pushed his larger body into hers, seeking to push her off balance while powerful jaws opened wide to snap at the side of her neck, trying to grab her around her throat in their close proximity. One massive paw lifted to wrap around her side, razor sharp Siam claws extended just far enough to be able to catch skin as he went to grapple with her back. He wanted to prevent Manea from retreating, to keep her locked in his space where he could dominate her with his greater size and raw strength.

WC: 460
Total: 1451 / 1500

"Alastor Mendacium"