Here, kitty kitty, come and tighten the leash;
How about a little discipline for the violent beast?

- - Continued from 'If You Only Knew' - -

On three legs, Lurid did her best to run the short distance toward the foothills of Dreamer's Col. The empress was a highly private creature, and hadn't wanted her son to wander outside for some water or something and catch her doing anything inappropriate with Alastor. It wasn't a long journey, but the effort did take some of the steam out of her desire. Taking an easy route through the scree, Lurid found a cave that both of the lust-driven demons could fit into and move around in without a problem. On the trip over, she wrestled with herself, actually unsure of her current path. If she did let him take what was so sacred, what would happen? Lurid was unconcerned about pups being a possibility, even with the current challenges facing the queen she wasn't afraid of motherhood. So many times they had come close, but Lurid could deny him no longer. Tonight would be the night she chased his worries away. They would perform their own rites, in their own way. And it would be glorious!

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Note: These will get better, I swear XD!

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Following Lurid through the midnight forest had been an easy feat, especially given she was quite literally glowing in the moonlight and running on three legs. Alastor had stuck close to his queen, playfully nipping at her tail and rump as they went just to keep the embers burning. Excitement welled within the man; after years of teasing and flirting with danger, Lurid was finally allowing him a taste of the exclusive benefits afforded to him and him alone. He followed his queen down to the caves of Dreamer's Col, unable to keep his eyes off of her all the way. When she made her selection of caves, Alastor slipped ahead of her to scout and make sure it was abandoned. Although he was thinking more with his cock than his head at this point, his instinctive need to protect her compelled him to make sure there were no unwelcome surprises inside. Once cleared, he turned back to her with a wide grin and ravenous eyes beckoning her into their temporary lair.

Although he wanted nothing more than to pounce on Lurid and pick up right where they'd left off, Alastor was keen enough to notice the glimpse of concern in Lurid's eyes. She was still debating herself on what she wanted. He couldn't blame her; he understood how important and sacred her rites and customs were to her and her family. Alastor's grin slipped a little, simmering down to a softer smile as he padded over to his betrothed. He would never force himself on her, nor force her to do something she didn't want. Anything that happened tonight happened mutually—or it didn't happen at all. Besides, there were plenty of other ways for them to enjoy one another without her having to sacrifice her purity if she so desired.

Alastor paused once he was only a breath away from Lurid, bringing one large paw up to go to press to her lower back and urge her to sit. If she did, he would wind that same paw around her waist to pull her body closer to his until there was no space left separating them. His onyx eyes never left hers, savoring the look in those holographic lavender gemstones with every touch and every breath and every second that slipped between them. Alastor didn't say a word as he savored her, all of her, in this moment. Wanting to hear all of those noises he'd been able to draw out of her earlier, the red brindled brute brought his muzzle back to her cheek, starting a slow trail of bites, licks, and kisses along the edge of her jaw, following the curve of her neck down. Tonight was all for them, and they were going to enjoy one another the way two wolves destined for one another should, creating their own customs in the midst of their sins.

"Speech" | Thoughts

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Here, kitty kitty, come and tighten the leash;
How about a little discipline for the violent beast?

It was late at night, evidenced by the full moon that hung fat in the sky, like an omen. As they moved through the shadows of the trees, a moonbeam, and her shadow, a certain thrill-filled the luminous beauty. She longed for the chase, a dance of sorts, one part of a much larger ritual. She would have to settle with the short distance run, her broken leg still healing and even the jarring of a gentle lope made the limb ache and throb. The cleverly administered nips from Alastor served to spur her on, driving her nearly mad with desire. Her need for him curled in the pit of her stomach, a dragon that had been prodded back to consciousness and demanded to be sated. Warmth filled her frame, from head to tail, until she was only a raging inferno. When she found the perfect cave, Alastor couldn't help but make sure it was indeed unoccupied. Pity that it was empty, she would have...what? She would have what? Watched while Alastor killed whatever had been inside? In her haze, she nearly forgot her leg. The look he gave her sent its own thrill through her, igniting fires deep within her soul that threatened to consume her. Lurid found herself at a crossroads, she could keep him slavering over her until they had their family and their home restored or she could potentially bind him to her now. If she did give him what they both so desperately wanted, the ghostly queen knew he would always be hers. As far as she knew he had kept his own purity, though it mattered little if he had practiced along the way. Alastor had always proven faithful, and despite his often monstrous deeds, he was trustworthy to Lurid. There was something special in knowing he only allied himself with her, something exotic and powerful, like having a tiger on a golden leash. The scent of him invaded her nose and intoxicated her mind, bringing her out of her thoughts. The look he gave her made her breathless as he silently bade her sit, normally commands wouldn't be received well, but Lurid found something exhilarating in giving him this control.

She was rewarded as she sat, Alastor's dark paw wrapping around her and pulling her close enough that nothing separated them. It was shocking to find that her body matched his, and she sucked in a breath as she gazed up at her lover with hooded holographic lavender. The black of his pelt melded perfectly with the shadows of the cave and Lurid gave a heady laugh as she played with the idea of making love to shadows. Her shadow. Keeping her gaze locked with the blazing onyx of Alastor's intense stare, the pallid lady found herself slowly coming around to his side of the playing field. Perhaps she should let him take her. After all, he was hers and she was his. He covered her, devoured her, savored her, and brought forth purr-like growls and little yips of pleasure from his queen. Each kiss, nip, bite, lick, and scratching motion was reciprocated, all the while keeping her leg tucked close or moved out of their way. The intensity grew, and something primal began to consume her, the world began to spin. Lurid was a creature of darkness, her mind long ago twisted by a wretched combination of nurture, nature, and luck. That darkness spilled and overflowed the dam now. Alastor had managed to wind himself into the depths of Lurid's mind, find the beast that slept there, and wake it up. The beast was hungry! If they were going to bring themselves together, they were going to do it properly. She could feel his desire, her own beckoned like a second heat in the still air of the cave. A slow, wicked smile formed on the moonlit goddess's flawless face as she gazed at the wolf who would be hers and hers alone. She took him in, Adonis-like features enhanced by the scar that now graced his brow, starving fuck-me eyes staring deep into her soul.

Yes. She would let him deflower her, he was a dark god himself, and he was hers. He could worship at her alter if he so wished. It would please her, of this she was certain. Looking at him now, Lurid paused, panting and practically quaking with her need. It was sudden, like the snap of a rubber band against the skin when it's not expected. Porcelain jaws struck, landing on the side of his neck if he didn't flinch away from her. Her bite was only enough to pierce the flesh, though she only pressed enough to send her canine teeth through. Provided he didn't pull back or try to break away from her grasp, Lurid would soothe the bite with her tongue without letting go of him, drinking him in should she succeed in her vicious love bite. If he let her continue her dark tasting, Lurid would give a guttural, pleasured moan as he filled her senses. She would curl herself into his form, her desire amplified by the dark kiss. Would he accept her, all of her? Even the vampiric parts of her?

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Note: Muse medicine...that's what Al is.

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Once he had Lurid alone and within his grasp, there was no more hesitation from the alabaster woman. Alastor could almost literally feel any reluctance melt away from her body, resistance disappearing with every little ministration the larger brute provided to his elegant fae. Despite the primal beast that was stirring within his core, Alastor never failed to make sure every move he made was tactfully out of the way of her injured leg. He wanted to provide his queen with mind-blowing pleasure, not searing agony. Once she was healed, however, their mating would be more akin to feral animals than passionate lovers, of that he was sure. He loved the way she quivered and trembled against his body, the man wondering just how much he could make her shake in his grasp and already anxious to find out. But the best part were those sounds she was making. By the gods, those lovely sounds! Each coo and purr and yip and moan in those dulcet duo vocals appeared to echo like a chorus of ecstasy around their cave, as if the shadows themselves were observing their coupling. Alastor's grin widened as the imagery of Lurid losing herself entirely to his world of shadows filled his brain. Yes, that would do quite nicely...

The dark-furred brute's own sounds of pleasure soon joined hers as kisses, bites, and licks were returned in favor to him. Every grace of her lips, teeth, tongue, or paws against his skin left burning trails of fire and electricity in their wake. The ache and the hunger deep within him intensified, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, pulse racing while her mouth explored the broad plains of his throat. A hiss of breath escaped him through clenched teeth while black eyes stared off into space. He lost himself to the delights of Lurid's affections. Although a part of him was urging him to forego the foreplay and simply take what he so desperately wanted, a greater part of him kept his beast reined in, savoring the moment. He would never get to experience another first time with Lurid. Alastor fully intended to make the most of his meal here tonight. Claws flexed from his paws to part glistening white fur and rake against soft pink skin. Powerful jaws opened in a quiet moan, the sharp fangs within maneuvering to catch a delicate ear between them. The large paw wound around her waist dipped lower, tracing every natural curve in the woman's body beneath paw pads that had long been calloused from a rough upbringing and many battles. No other wolf would touch Lurid like this. It was less of a thought and more of a fact. He was hers, and she was his alone. Tonight, if she bade it, that fact would be sealed before the gods. He would joyfully end the existence of anyone else who dared attempt to be him.

When she pulled back, Alastor lowered his face to meet her gaze, watching with excited curiosity as that sinful grin made a slow appearance. His own grin—perturbing to every other wolf save for her—had never left his face since they'd run off together. He studied her the way she seemed to be studying him, taking in every familiar feature in Lurid's beautiful face. The way her sparkling white fur lay and the ways it grew, those holographic eyes that looked as if they could see your very soul, those razor sharp fangs that promised both the most exquisite pleasure and the most unforgettable pain... Lurid was a wicked angel and a blessed demon all at once. She was the ghost that haunted his mind, the venom that had poisoned his soul, the fire that scorched his tainted heart, the water that drowned him ever so slowly. She was his. All his. He was hers. Forever hers. They needed no ceremonies, no customs, no traditions to know that truth. And judging from the look in her eyes, he had a suspicion that she was beginning to realize that too.

For a brief moment, Alastor listened to the way Lurid panted, watched the way she trembled and shook, and generally loving every reaction he was able to pull from her. What he hadn't been expecting though was for the sudden lunge forward—and the stab of pain that came with it. Alastor's jaws clenched hard, teeth gritted and grinding to silence a grunt and a snarl in response to the sensations of Lurid's fangs sinking into and tearing through skin and muscle on the side of his neck. His pulse quickened, thrumming harder and faster against the teeth that were precious millimeters away from his carotid. The stinging pain blended with the burning lust to create a cocktail of euphoria in the twisted brute's brain, chemicals colliding and driving him wild. The corners of his mouth turned up, the subdued snarl turning into a manic grin as he uttered a low, dark laugh that reverberated around the darkness of the cave. A shudder ran through his body. His muscles tensed and relaxed, toes curling under the pleasure the pain brought to him. He had known of Lurid's cannibalistic tendencies—they were often the discussion of many gossips around the Mirovis pack way back when—and had never paid them any mind. Until now. Now, with her canines in his neck and his blood seeping out to her hungry tongue, the lust-drunk male was finding a major pro to her demented delight.

Still chuckling and laughing to himself, Alastor moved to bring his free paw up to gently caress the back of Lurid's head, cradling the fae against his neck as she drank his blood with crazed glee if she didn't pull away. Alastor did nothing to resist her, relenting to his lover's insistence and giving himself to sate her desires. If Lurid wanted a taste of him, he would give her all she could handle. His essence, in every shape and form, would be given to her tonight, and blood would not be the last thing she received from him before they were spent. If she hadn't resisted, the paw on the back of her head would flex, giant paw pads massaging her scalp and adding a touch of pressure to gently remind her of his own power. These were the paws that had crushed skulls beneath them, the same claws that had rent throats to shreds and tore life away from many a creature; now they were holding her as gently as one would a newborn pup. Both demons were equally terrifying in their abilities to kill and destroy, and yet here they were, locked int he throes of passion, savoring one another in their own unique ways. Alastor wanted to speak, to make some teasing comment about her liking the taste of him, but no words came from him. Only a deep, guttural moan as his queen licked over the wounds in his neck and brought him an ecstasy the likes of which he'd never imagined possible.

"Speech" | Thoughts

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Here, kitty kitty, come and tighten the leash;
How about a little discipline for the violent beast?

Alastor tensed for the barest of moments as her fangs slipped into his flesh, being so close to him granting her access to every intimate detail, right down to the sound of a stifled grunt caught in his throat. Lurid was careful in her aim, wanting only to indulge in a secret fantasy of hers, one she had entertained for a long while now. The rich, earthy maleness of his scent filled her nose as she inhaled, feeling his body tense and relax in waves. She marveled at the raw power of him, each corded muscle flexing beneath her good paw as it traveled, feeling the hard planes of his frame pressed over hers. The only thing better than his scent hitting her nose was the drug that laced his blood. The moment his life force poured into her mouth, a pleasantly shocked sound escaped her, followed closely by a deep, duo-toned purr of approval. She thought he smelled like spiced pound cake, Alastor was sweeter than that on her tongue, a cocktail made only for her palate. The sweetest Moscato, decadent, warm, like sipping the finest hot chocolate as soon as it was made.

Her eyes rolled shut and she moaned deeply at the taste of him, delighted by the fact he hadn't pulled away. Dark laughter filled her ears, vibrating in her chest cavity, and making her heart flip-flop in place. This was a laugh of pleasure, one she often heard as he lorded over a kill, one that made something deep within her curl and writhe with desire. It drove her insane, made her want more of the maniacal sound. She felt him shudder, her own shiver of delight coursing over her spine, making every hair on her body stand on end as small bumps raised over her skin. A dark paw came up to gently cradle her against him, encouraging rather than halting, making Lurid curl herself to press more firmly against him. Lurid knew very well that she was being cradled in the paws of a killer, just as he was held in the jaws of a wolf who would gladly devour another wolf. Alastor could easily kill her in the position they were in, all it would take is a simple twist of those strong paws and she would be done. Her story could end here.

Trust between them was what made this possible, a mutual understanding manufactured over years spent together, respect of one another's power. The fact he had taken lives with those dark paws, his own father's life at that, made his embrace all the more sensual for her. That she was only a breath away from death, that the wolf who held her so gently now was known to snap and kill in an instant, it all ignited sinful fires of lust that begged to be fed. As she fed from him, Lurid withdrew her fangs and gently rolled her tongue over the wound she left as she moaned softly and purred. When that deep masculine sound of pleasure hit her ears, Lurid felt her stomach clench as desire threatened to turn to violence if it was not answered. Foreign demands came from her body, his behavior egging some primal part of her on, driving her forward in her explorations. Reluctantly, Lurid gently pulled from him once she was sure she hadn't truly injured him, her breaths hard and eyes ablaze with a fire that only burned for him. She planted bloodstained kisses up his neck and to his cheek, then sought to capture his mouth in a searing, claiming kiss.

When the pale queen kissed him this time, she poured her entire being into the gesture, using her body in the contact as well. It was fiery, demanding, and slightly Alastor flavored. As they kissed, Lurid ran her good paw over Alastor's chest, raking her nails against the skin of his stomach. He was half-mad already, but Lurid wanted him to be his true self and would have to push him beyond the mesh boundaries he made for himself. The ghostly woman trusted Alastor implicitly, even at his most savage he had always been able to identify her. He would never hurt her, not truly. Leaving his lips, Lurid kissed and nipped her way to the other side of his neck, her mouth just open enough to give the impression of another impending bite. While the taste of him lingered on her tongue, she held back from latching on, instead, she teased her teeth over his skin to gauge if he had really enjoyed her bite. Would he let her get away with another one or would her teasing finally make him slip the fragile leash of control? There was only one way to find out, there would be no turning back from here.

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Walking such a delicate razors' edge between pleasure and pain—control and madness—was an exhilarating experience the likes of which the insanity-touched brute had never felt before. Holding the trembling form of Lurid in his paws was empowering. She trusted him with her life, and he in turn offered her the same degree of trust. Her mouth could move a fraction of an inch and her sharp fangs would tear through his jugular like it were nothing more than a strip of ribbon. The wolf's life would end in a matter of moments, bleeding to death on the ground. This mutual trust allowed them to be who they really were with one another: her a bloodthirsty predator and him a dangerous sadist. He hissed out a quiet snarl when her canines withdrew from his neck, her tongue lapping at the blood that flowed from the wound. It was an oddly soothing and erotic at the same time. With her tender licks to his neck, the bleeding slowly ebbed away, the injury clotting beneath her tongue bath. A heavy sigh passed his lips while hers left his neck only to trail from his throat up his cheek until he felt her lips brush his. Then he tasted her kiss, hard and furious against his mouth.

Lurid's attempt to slip the man free from his bonds of sanity were quickly taking effect. The metallic taste of his own blood on her tongue while his wrestled with hers between their mouths set off the chemical reaction in his brain, and the ravenous beast clawed its way to the surface. Growls rumbled deep within his barrel chest as they kissed, hot and passionate, fires burning within both of them with such a heat that it could scorch the earth. The paw on the back of her head kept her lips crushed to his, refusing to let their kiss end until he demanded it. The tremors in Alastor's body intensified with every inch of skin Lurid's claws ran over, the lower she went, the more powerful the shivers were. She stopped too short for his liking though, the aching need becoming unbearable. When their mouths finally did part, something in Alastor's eyes shifted. His pupils dilated, a natural response to the taste of blood, staring at Lurid as if she were the most delicious meal in the world and he was starving. She did not leave him without her touch for long though, and soon Alastor watched and felt as she made her way to the opposite side of his neck. The thrill of her fangs against his skin was the final push he needed, and with a feral snarl, Alastor broke free of the restraints of sanity.

Moving the paw from her head to his chest, Alastor pushed forward abruptly, using his weight to press her backward until he had her on her back, his body pressed down to hers and keeping her held beneath his weight. He slammed a heavy paw to the ground beside her to keep himself stable while the paw looped around her waist pulled her body tight to his, refusing to let a single inch of her keep from touching his body. Heavy breaths and growls were the only sounds the brindled man made, every heated exhale washing over her ears in their close proximity. While she teased his neck, Alastor relinquished all control to his desires, letting the wild beast within go free. He dipped his muzzle down to where her neck met her shoulder and promptly bit down, just hard enough to break the skin and taste the familiar flavor of blood on his tongue, and strong enough to keep her held tight in his grasp. She had teased him to the edge of insanity, and now the demon would feed his sins with her body.

Lurid's flavor flooded his senses like a high proof liquor. She was rich, delicious, intoxicating... Alastor's eyes rolled back as the demon moaned to her taste in his mouth. Claws dug into her hip, pulling her waist to his until there was no space between them. As much as his body ached to skip the foreplay, Alastor was too keen to return the teasing bites to his lover. With Lurid's blood drugging his brain, the dark brute released her shoulder only to turn his jaws to her neck and, with another dominating snarl, lunged forward to grasp her by the throat. He was careful to make sure he didn't bite down as his jaws squeezed around her throat, holding her in the most possessive way the male knew how. In his current state, he cared little for Lurid's capabilities to breathe or move. So long as he didn't kill her or hurt her leg further, anything was fair game, and by the time he was done with her, she wouldn't be able to walk back to their den. But first, he wanted her to tremble, whine, and moan for him in the way she had made him do He wanted to feel each pleasured sound vibrating her throat in his jaws. She may have been his queen, but tonight, surrounded in his realm of shadows, he was going to be her king. And he was going to make her cry out for him before he made her scream.

"Speech" | Thoughts

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Here, kitty kitty, come and tighten the leash;
How about a little discipline for the violent beast?

She practically vibrated in his embrace, every move they made seemed to only stoke the flames higher until she was engulfed. He surrounded her so completely Lurid wondered if she had been swallowed by shadow, and for the briefest of moments, Lurid let her mind run with the image. Alastor had always been something of a dark god himself, he had always matched her, their synchronicity often the subject of gossip back home. Her touch seemed to transform him, to embolden him, while it also seemed to electrify him. She took pride in the fact that she was the only woman to see him this way, that she alone could so easily break him from his sanity without him flying into a murderous rage. It made her feel powerful, even while submitting to his will. That feral growl hit her ears like heroin, reverberating in her chest and making her stomach come alive with excitedly nervous butterflies. What would he do? There was a thrill in the inability to predict the dark mind that was Alastor, he always managed to keep her guessing. Lurid often read others as if they were only words on a page, but one of the things that had drawn her to the future Dread Father was that he could never be pinned down or sorted into a category in her mind. He always stood out to her, from the moment of their first meeting to her dying breath.

When she felt his paw slip from cradling her head to snaking around her and coming between them, Lurid gave an excited shiver and nipped him just before Alastor suddenly moved forward and pinned her to her back on the ground. With a soft grunt and a maddened yet delighted laugh, the glimmering queen landed beneath him, marveling at his weight over her and just how hot that move had really been. He pulled her tightly to him and she was lost in how perfectly they fit together, dozens of little fires igniting over her body wherever they made contact. The alabaster empress was more than aware of every inch of him, keeping her teasing mouth only centimeters from making contact, though the heady scent of him clouded her mind. The decadent sounds he made rolled over and over in her mind, serving to further stoke the fires that already threatened to burn her alive from the inside out. The heat of his breath made her tingle in foreign parts of her body, the sensation making her squirm just slightly under his weight. The moment he dipped his head, Lurid made a tiny feminine sound that has no other purpose than to drive a man wild, arching into his bite to perhaps make him a bit more forceful than he had intended.

They had fought each other in spars, he had bitten her in much the same manner before, though he was usually careful about how he broke her skin. While it had always stirred her in unmentionable parts of her anatomy, Lurid had never experienced his teeth in this setting. The moment his fangs slipped into her skin, Lurid gasped with a keening moan following close behind, her dual vocals bouncing off one another to create a harmony that sang of her pleasure in his actions. Her entire body arched up like a tightly drawn bow ready to fire, pressing her frame more solidly into the steel of Alastor's. A small whimper of protest escaped her as the heathen pulled back from his tasting, only to be silenced a moment later as he grasped her throat betwixt murderous jaws. The teeth that wrapped around her throat had killed more wolves than she could count, these jaws that held her now had torn so many more apart for sport. This was not the grip of death, this was an intoxicating, addicting possession. His grip was tight enough to choke off her air supply, though not completely, the danger of suffocation was real. There was no fear from the demonic goddess, in fact, his grasp had a different effect on her. What had begun as a dozen small fires was suddenly a mass conflagration the likes of which Lurid had never even begun to dream of, the flames of desire burned what was her to ash and rebranded the moon touched hellion as Alastor's.

It was a fierce, raging firestorm within her as he held her pinned between him and the floor of the cave. There was a real ache for him in the pit of her stomach, her limbs unable to keep still with her good front paw scraping down his side and her body arching desperately into the hard planes of his. Lurid sucked a breath in through her nose, the pressure of his jaws making her lightheaded as she writhed and moaned beneath him, whimpering softly with her need in tones she hadn't even known she was capable of. No matter how hard she tried, Lurid could not make her body be still, choked desirous growls taking over as her teeth clicked together. For the barest of moments she questioned whether he would actually kill her, but rather than recoil from the thought, Lurid found herself drawn to it. Her flirtations with death were well known, having had an early proclivity towards violence and murder, it was no wonder that she wouldn't shrink from Alastor even if it had been in his mind to assassinate her. Her heart swelled for him even more at that moment, for making her feel vulnerable and safe, even though she knew he could easily snuff out her light.

Fantasy blended with reality as she watched a small black ring form on the edges of her vision, a crazed sound breaking from her throat - something between a laugh, a growl, and a plea. Whatever the sound could be called, it was highly feminine and one that her duo-toned vocals made especially unique. Shrill, needy whines whistled softly as she almost seemed to serenade him - the entire time she just could not be still. Alastor quickly became the only thing to fill her vision, her mind, her nose, the man surrounded her in the darkest, most decadent of embraces. One that could easily take a seriously cruel turn, there was an undeniable trust between the pair. Trust that would transcend everything else, trust that had built love, a love that would see an empire rise from the ashes. A few more moments passed like this, her pressing against him while he held her in an intimately dominant grasp until she could see dancing colors without blinking her eyes, then she surrendered to him. Her motions continued, but a softly whispered growl of demand was issued on only three syllables. It was said with a desire-maddened whining moan, with a thirst in her tones that would put the people in Hell to shame. "Alastor..." The last syllable was on a growl, with an insistent push against him to give him any other hints he needed that she was beyond ready to leap into the rest of their lives together.

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This was it. This was the moment that Alastor's like had been leading up to. Every action, every decision, everything had been building him to this singular moment with Lurid. Although his path had been dark, broken, and fraught with dangers and challenges, all the trials and tribulations he had gone through to reach his prize had been a small price to pay. Alastor would gladly do it all over again knowing where he had ended up. The sensations of Lurid's body shaking and squirming against his in his grasp were beyond arousing, and the sound she made... oh gods, those sounds...! Every whine, every whimper, all the little feminine noises that escaped his queen making him shudder with euphoria. The way she sucked in a strangled breath made his heart skip a beat, and other parts of him ache with need. The tension building up inside him was so powerful it was almost painful, like a spring wound too tightly and threatening to explode at a moment's notice. Some small part of Alastor's brain that still retained his consciousness tried to absorb and memorize this moment for future reference, but the greater, more feral side that had control of his body only sought to savor and enjoy. He was in control now, and he would do whatever he wanted. In his eyes, Lurid had become his prey, hot and needy and begging to be dominated, deflowered, defiled, destroyed. Her body pleaded to him to take what he wanted.

So she had wished it, so it shall be.

All the while, Alastor's jaws remained locked around Lurid's throat, refusing to grant her a millimeter of reprieve from his choking grasp. She was his and she would know it. His tongue ran long, languid licks against the tender flesh of her throat, tracing the thumping arteries in her neck where his fangs precariously poked into her skin, tasting every urgent beat of her heart against his tongue. The animal in him measured her heartbeats in response to the amount of squirming she was doing, making sure he wasn't choking her to the point of uselessness. He wanted to show her who was the dominant one here tonight. With a simple twist of his head or a squeeze of his jaws, he could take her life from her without any fight. That was how deep the trust between them ran; a trust so strong it bridged the gap between life and death, pleasure and pain. He loved her in his own way, and she loved him in her own. Fortunately, the monster within him didn't want her life or her blood. Alastor lusted for something far more pleasant. But he wouldn't take what he wanted just yet. The animal inside wanted to hear her first, to push her right to the edge of death or insanity and make her give in. He was a patient wolf; he had waited this long for her, after all. What was a few more seconds? After all, she had to give in if she wanted to breathe...

Black eyes gazed down into the pleasure-glazed holographic white-lavenders of Lurid's while he listened to her choke out a couple more sounds, each one making him quiver with ecstasy. Her eyes seemed distant, unfocused, as if she were losing herself to the indulgence of this moment—or maybe it was the oxygen deprivation beginning to take a toll on her. Her claws raked down his side, drawing another rumbling growl from the brute on top of her to reverberate against her throat. His tongue pressed to her carotid, feeling her heartbeat slowing just a touch. She would be losing control any second now, yielding to him completely. Alastor wanted that moment so badly. He hungered for that apex of when he took every ounce of control from her, leaving Lurid helpless beneath him with only him to beg to, only to immediately give her everything she had wanted and more. Of course he would never harm his queen—but the longer he kept precious air from filling her lungs, the more control he exerted over her and created the illusion that he just might snuff her out without a second thought. That was what he wanted to do: to walk the tightrope with her. Will he or won't he? Where was the line? What was his limit? Lurid had no way of knowing, and Alastor was aching to see when she'd tap out and relinquish herself to him wholly.

More time slipped by. Alastor heard a strangled sound the likes of which he'd never heard Lurid make before. The sound was lovely in her duo-tones and made his eyes flutter in delight like he'd taken a hit of a drug. Her sounds were like a beautiful melody to his demented mind, pleading for him to stop. He did not yield. She would yield to him. She pressed against him harder, squirming against sensitive parts in all the most wonderful of ways. He did not yield; she would yield to him. A few more seconds. By now, Lurid must have been dancing between consciousness and blacking out, or at least fading into that realm. Her eyes continued to search for him, but he saw the struggle it took for her to stay focused. Finally she gave him what he wanted. His name, half whined and half growled, asking him for what she direly needed with an insistent push of her hips to his. She had yielded, and now so would he.

Alastor finally released Lurid's throat, allowing her a couple of heavy gasps for breath to recover before he pounced again, claiming her mouth in a deep, heated kiss. One powerful thigh slipped between her hind legs and would go to push them apart. If she offered him no resistance, as he expected her to, Alastor settled himself between her legs, his body fitting perfectly around hers like a puzzle piece finding its perfect match. His large paw around her waist would grip tighter to hold her as close as possible. Claws dug into her skin to keep her held securely, possessively. She was his, and he would have her now and forever more. His lips left hers just before he pressed himself forward to find her, not stopping until his hips met hers. He wanted to hear those sounds she made for the first time, and by the time he was done, he wanted all of Boreas to have heard his moonlight queen screaming his name to the night as the shadows devoured her alive.

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Two minutes and thirty-one seconds, that was how long it had taken her to relinquish herself to his will. Struggling for breath at the end, her body moved on its own accord, but he would not give. He would not yield to her this time; she would have to yield to him. Lurid waited until she was on the very brink of losing consciousness before she surrendered. Her toes began to feel as if she had tangled them in spiders' webs with the spiders still in them, and the black rims around her vision that had been thin, at first, had begun to blossom. Sparks of light had darted through the room, her mind's way of begging for air, though Lurid saw something different. As she lay in his grasp, Lurid saw - in her oxygen-deprived haze - her ancestors blessing her ascension. They approved of her choice of mate, and that was all the reassurance she needed. His name escaped her lips in sweet surrender, and the pale queen was instantly rewarded with oxygen.

There had been no dramatic struggling or sputtering to breathe because there had never been a moment of panic, only euphoric wonder. Instead, the white demon inhaled sharply to fill her lungs with life-giving air, only having a moment to do so. Alastor claimed her mouth once again, something feral in his passionate motions. The feel of him against her, the dominance he exerted over her, the absolute possession in his actions; all of it combined to create something far more intoxicating than any drug. Cradled beneath him the way she was, Lurid could feel every minute twitch his body made against hers as he brought his leg insistently between her own. For the briefest of moments, she resisted, only to relent a second later. Another sharp inhale came in the form of a gasp as he settled more firmly against her, effectively pinning her in place.

Lurid thought the earth had moved the day she met Alastor, but that world-spinning moment was nothing compared to this. Still high from oxygen deprivation and euphoric from some small amount of blood loss, he was the only thing that tethered her to the planet at that moment. The bite of his claws helped keep her there in reality with him as virginal anxiety threatened to rise; her heart became a sledgehammer in her chest as he pulled away from her lips. Holographic lavender-white seeking the stygian depths that she so adored, Lurid only had a moment to brace herself before Alastor claimed her fully. The notes that she sang next, Lurid would only ever sing for Alastor. They were finally, blessedly, one.

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"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'Hear.'

Note: DAAAAAAWWWW!!!

ART

As senses began to return to him, Alastor collapsed to his back on the cool stone of the cave floor with a heavy exhale, going to pull Lurid along with him so she could stretch out across his chest. His chest rose and fell with every deep and rapid breath as the brute tried to catch his breath, a wide, satisfied grin on the man's face. All of his body was still numb with the lingering tingles of pleasure from their coupling, and he was sure he had more than a few scratches and battle wounds somewhere on his body, though he couldn't feel any of them right now. Alastor chuckled breathlessly, staring into space while his head spun in the post-coital bliss, his large black paw going to stroke up and down his betrothed's back while he just basked in the afterglow, listening to the sounds of their breathing in the otherwise perfect darkness. The silvery moonlight from outside shone in through the mouth of the cave, providing just enough light for Alastor's obsidian eyes to find the glistening outline of Lurid's form while his simply blended into the night. For a long while, he just lay there, listening to her catch her breath, feeling her weight against him, the softness of her fur under his paws, and ruminating on the ramifications of what they had just done together.

Lurid was now his in every sense of the word. He was now hers in every conceivable manner. They had both broken and created new tenets of the Amarix rituals and traditions together and bound themselves to one another in body, mind, and spirit. All earlier doubts and concerns about himself and his future with Lurid had all but been forgotten at this point. Damned be any curse that kept him from the beautiful queen that reigned over his abysmal heart. "You are so amazing, Lu Lu..." he finally gathered himself up enough to murmur to her in the dark, his voice husky and barely above a whisper. He chuckled darkly as a twinge of twisted humor passed through his mind. "I hope your ancestors won't be too pissed at me for ruining their traditions..." He would lean over then to place a long, slow lick across his alabaster queen's forehead, wanting nothing more than to enjoy being with her and only her in this moment. Lurid had become his world, his life, his happiness.

Happiness. True, genuine happiness. It was a concept that Alastor had never known as intimately as this moment. In this one moment, Alastor felt... normal. It was a strange, foreign feeling, and it almost felt like being high. It was a funny feeling and made the dark brute feel as giddy as an excited puppy. Abandoning his duties to guard the rest of Lurid's pack to come and find her had absolutely been one of the best decisions of his life.

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