As they fell asleep the night of their honeymoon she had felt certain that she would be pregnant from that night. There was something in her gut that told her that would be the case and there was nothing that could make her doubt it. They were going to be parents and she was going to give birth to their children that were conceived under a blood moon with murder on their lips. They spent the days that followed ravaging each other, only leaving the cave to hunt as they caught up for the weeks that they had missed, doing nothing else but savoring every physical pleasure they could manage. It wasn't until her body finally started to reach its limits with the wild, ruthless mating that she let them slow and settle into relaxing and day dreaming about their futures, letting the bite wounds and claw marks all across her body begin to heal.

A week or two passed and the symptoms began to show their ugly little heads. Her mornings were unpleasant with lingering nausea, her temper flared more easily, and she grew tired far more easily than she ever had before. While she wasn't a seasoned healer by any means, she had been taught all of the essentials when it came to pregnancies and childbirth and she knew exactly what to look for, exactly what to check. She had been confident that she would be pregnant, but now she was certain. Manea waited until she could make that diagnosis for certain before she decided to bring the news to Alastor, a proud smirk on her lips as she crossed the beach to where he was waiting for her outside of the cave that had become their temporary home.

She gracefully lowered herself beside him, leaning into him as she lounged across the warm sands of this obsidian beach, nuzzling into his neck while a feline paw curled around his foreleg. "You've made me a very happy woman, my love," she purred, her teeth nibbling along his jaw with a soft chuckle. Aqua eyes found his deep, endless black gaze, a grin pulling across her lips "Can you guess why that might be?"

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

That night when Alastor and Manea had baptized their new union in murder and lust had been the best night of his life. After a week of being kept pent up by his salacious vixen of a mate, the releases and relief she provided to him had been some of the most exquisite pleasure the brute had ever experienced in his life. At the time, he hadn't realized they'd enjoyed their violent, animalistic mating underneath a blood moon until his wife had told him so during their cuddling post-coitus, just before drifting off to sleep. How perfect, he had thought, that we should be bound together in such a way. He had known of Manea's intentions to get pregnant during her heat, and after the amounts of times he'd filled her that night alone, he was sure they had done that in one go. But Manea was insatiable, and he was a brute still lost in his primal urges. Over the course of the next few days, the feral breeding they shared did not cease nor slow, spending all their free time ravaging each other in every way they could imagine until they were both spent and sporting an array of wounds from one another's passions.

As the volatile urges began to recede and Manea's heat scent also ebbed away, Alastor began to return to normal, and the two wolves were even able to share some more sensual, passionate lovemaking in the interim while they relaxed and recovered. Each day, he felt closer and more in love with his queen, and each day he began to wonder if their imaginary family would be on its way toward reality. Shortly after their first coupling, Manea had begun to act differently. She was moodier, more prone to mood swings, sick to the verge of vomiting. Alastor didn't know the symptoms of pregnancy, didn't know what to expect, so he simply comforted and provided for his ailing wife when she needed him. She hadn't told him she was pregnant, therefore he believed she wasn't. Life continued as normal, and the dark man contented himself to enjoying his holiday and his time with his new wife.

Alastor lounged out across the black-sanded beach in the mid-morning sun, letting the rays warm his fur while he entertained himself chewing on the hipbones of the wolf they had killed in the throes of passion and lust. Though the girl's corpse had long since been dissected and disposed of, Alastor had saved a couple of souvenirs from their honeymoon night together. The hipbones he chewed on now had been removed solely for the macabre curiosity of how much damage his violent fucking had done to the girl, the massive brute delighted in his own prowess to find several small fractures in her hips from what he'd done to her. He'd decapitated her and macerated her skull until the exposed bones had been sufficiently sun bleached to a striking ash white, that skull now perched prettily above the entrance to their cave as a little memento of their first kill together. He'd decided to affectionately name her Piggy since he'd never bothered to learn her actual name, aptly so for her portly frame and all the squealing she'd done when he was inside her.

While he chewed on the bones and sunbathed, he heard the crunching of sand signaling the approach of his mate. A red-tipped ear flicked in her direction before he turned to glimpse her beautiful form coming to lay beside him, pressing her side all up into him in an affectionate snuggle. He gave a low rumble of delight and ran his muzzle through her scruff, loving nuzzles placed all across her neck and cheek while she returned them to him and held onto his foreleg with one of her large feline paws. His ears perked when she mentioned how he'd made her very happy, then quizzed him on why she was happy. Admittedly, it was a little hard to think of reasons when her teeth were nibbling along his jaw and through his fur, and he grinned back while black obsidian held aqua eyes. "Hmmm, let's see... You came into our honeymoon with one goal in mind... Your heat scent is almost fully receded... You're no longer climbing on my cock like your life depends on it..." He flashed a wider grin to his mate while a bright excitement illuminated his eyes, lifting a big, black paw to rest over hers on his leg. "You're sure? You're pregnant, my darling?"


"Alastor"

Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.
____________________

She grinned and chuckled at her mate's musing and reasoning for why she might be happy and with every hint he laid out he drew closer to the truth. She loved the wide grin he wore as he came to his own conclusions about things, the excitement in his eyes making her even more excited for their future if that was even possible. She still would have been just as excited about finally having children of her own even if Alastor wasn't also eager to have their pups in their world, but the fact that he was excited about their children as well made their new reality even sweeter. He questioned her, asking if she was sure she was pregnant, but instead of answering right away she took him by surprise to indulge this constantly burning hunger for her husband that this new joy of being pregnant had only made burn hotter.

Manea shifted suddenly and pushed his shoulder to force him onto his back, quickly climbing over him and straddling his waist as she pinned him down into the sand. She leaned over him, the same glittering excitement in her aqua eyes as she grinned down at this man that had made all of her dreams come true. She pressed her hips into his, slowly teasing and grinding while she left a trail of nibbles along his throat and all the way up along his jaw. "Yes I am, my demon... I'm pregnant," she finally answered against his skin, her voice breathy with desire, lust and pure, untainted joy mixing in equal measure. "I'm pregnant with our perfect children that we conceived under a blood moon bathed in blood of a fae we murdered together... I can't think of a better way for us to bring our first litter into the world."

She brought her gaze back to his again with a chuckle, giving him a sly grin as she added, "Also, what was that about not climbing on your cock like my life depends on it?" She pressed her hips more firmly into his just for emphasis, her tail swishing across some other sensitive parts of him with a smirk. "I'll never stop wanting you as much as I did that night. I want you, all of you, forever and always."

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Manea didn't respond with words right away, and instead Alastor got the answer to his question in the form of his gorgeous violet mate pushing him by his shoulders to get him on his back. He grunted when her weight settled on top of him, her body straddling his waist in a most lascivious manner, staring down at him with excitement glittering in those aqua eyes he loved while she grinned like he'd never seen her do before. Alastor grinned back up at her, big black paws coming up to rest on her thighs while she pinned him beneath her, and then she drew deep, guttural groans from the man when her hips found his and began a wonderfully slow, firm grind against his most sensitive parts. As if her actions hadn't spoken for her, Manea confirmed what he'd thought: she was pregnant with their first litter!

Alastor felt his heart skip beat after beat while he processed her proclamation, his head tipped back for her lips as they left kisses and nibbles along his throat and jaw. A father, he was going to be a father! Overjoyed laughter came from the mad wolf, an expression of true bliss and excitement painting his face. "Manea, my love, this is fantastic! It's everything we wanted!" he exclaimed while she set to loving on him, his breathing hitching some with every little kiss or nibble she left on his skin.

The breathiness in her voice didn't go unnoticed, as Manea was fast arousing the same desire and lust in her dire brute. Paws on her thighs flexed to gently rake his claws over her warm skin, a joyful rumble starting in his chest while she described the perfect little beings growing in her belly. Alastor glanced back up at Manea as she lifted herself just enough for aqua eyes to find the abyss in his, and the demonic man watched as her grin shifted to far more salacious intentions. Alastor gave a louder groan while Manea punctuated her remark with a firm press of her hips to his and a lovely swish of her silky tail across all the parts of him between his thighs, his toes curling while he clutched to Manea's hips with his paws. Gods, did she know how to rile him up!

"Mmmm good, because I'm going to be wanting you as much as I did that night for the rest of my life," he remarked, digging his claws into her waist to pull her down while he ground his hips back up into hers, a lustful grin on his lips. "And I want all of you, forever and always." His dark eyes drifted down from her grinning features to her lower belly where their children were being made, bringing one large paw around her waist to rest over her stomach as if he could feel their tiny heartbeats. Knowing that his incredible wife was making their family right now on top of him sparked a possessive desire deep in his core, and as Alastor turned his eyes back up to Manea's beautiful visage, he slowly drifted his paw down to sensitive areas of her own, seeking out the ways he knew how to make her sing. "How about we celebrate with a little bit of forever right now, my goddess?"


"Alastor"

Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.
____________________

His excitement fed into her own and made her all the more grateful that she was given Alastor as her soul mate. She had seen too many members of her family find partners that either ended up not being enthusiastic about their families or not desire children at all and the strife it caused always tore them apart. She had seen some of her cousins abandoned after their first litter and doomed to live out their lives only having one child. There was no fear of that with Alastor. The way he gripped her hips, pulling her down into him, that familiar lustful grin on his lips - it felt as if he was attracted to her as much if not more now that she was pregnant with his children. That thought made her certain that she was the most blessed fae on this entire continent. Straddling this brute that completed her so perfectly, pregnant with their pups, filled with hungry desire for this man that was resiprocated back to her ten fold... She had a hard time imagining how this could get any better. Yet somehow Alastor managed as she watched his obsidian gaze shift down to gaze at her stomach where their children had begun to grow, feeling his paw rest there and pulling a wide grin across her lips. She adored this possessive side of him. She was his just as he was hers and together they made these children that would be her proudest accomplishment. She felt his paw begin to drift, shifting ever lower and making her proud grin change to one with far more salacious intentions. He pulled a gasp from her and her head tipped back with a low growl of pleasure, her toes curling and clawing at his chest. She didn't respond to his question with words, instead simply grinding into him and his paw more eagerly while she leaned down to claim his muzzle in a heated kiss, savoring this brute that was her forever and always.

- fade -

She laid on her side in Alastor's embrace, slowly catching her breath while she gazed lovingly into the black abyss that were his eyes, her cheeks hurting from grinning with this happiness that he had given her. At some point in their wild mating they had found themselves back on the pile of furs they had created with their furious hunting to make a bed for themselves, snuggled into them comfortably now that their lust had been at least temporarily sated. Her paw brushed tenderly over his cheek, chuckling softly to herself as she just enjoyed this time with him, the quiet solitude that would all too soon be broken by the sound of their child running around their den. Her mind had already begun thinking about the future, wondering if perhaps she should be looking for someone they could trust to keep an eye on their children while they took some time to themselves or maybe a more permanent place to set up their home. She did enjoy this cave, but the way it flooded occasionally did make it more difficult to store things and keep them dry.

Thinking about the future, thinking about raising their children, made her think about her own childhood and the many, many hours that had been dedicated to her lessons and training on everything from the history and the laws of her family to the time spent honing her hunting and fighting skills from such a young age. She had no doubt that Alastor would be a fabulous teacher when it came to those physical skills, but there felt like so much of the culture she wished to impart on their children that he didn't yet know. "My love..." she said softly once she had caught her breath and was fully relaxed against him, giving him a small smile and lightly kissing his lips. "Since I'm going to be teaching our children about the Mendacium family and laws, would you like to learn more of it as well? I'm fine with teaching them alone, but I would love if their lessons came from both of us."

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

The life that burned in Manea's eyes and the wide grin of total bliss and desire on her face told Alastor more about how well he was doing as her husband than any of her sweet words ever could. She was his, his soul mate, his other half, the perfect completion to his life. She amplified him, improved him, elevated and emphasized him. She was his beginning and his end. Together they had been bound and created the most wonderful thing in the universe, and together they would watch him or her thrive. With his perfect, beautiful mate straddled atop of him, Alastor watched with lustful glee while her body responded immediately to his touch on her most delicate parts, her gasps and growls as her head tipped back and toes curled to claw at his chest letting him know he was doing a good job. A deep groan of his own escaped the brute when she pushed back hard into his hips, grinding herself on him more insistently until he could feel the heat of her desire against his nethers. He groaned into their shared kiss when her lips claimed his own, paws guiding her hips on his until he felt her body welcome his into her, his guttural sounds of pleasure muffled by her tongue in his mouth while they savored one another and enjoyed the heat of their own brand of love together.

- fade -

When they were both finished and satisfied, Alastor lay on his side across the massive bed of furs the two had collected during their honeymoon hunts, breathing hard and heavy as he came slowly down from the orgasmic high their wild mating had left him in. He held Manea close to him, gazing deep into the vibrant aqua eyes of his lover while she panted and grinned at him. Low, contented growls rumbled in the dark brute's chest while he leaned into his wife's touch, his own paw absentmindedly drifting up and down along the curves of her side from shoulder to hip while he held her to him. He glanced down her body again with a bright, almost childlike excitement while his paw moved to rest over her belly again, almost not believing that there were puppies growing inside his mate—his puppies! Alastor was going to be a father! Excitement, nervousness, joy, and fear all swirled inside his brain and heart, a confounding cocktail he wasn't willing to deal with right now. All he wanted was to enjoy his time with Manea while they still had the quiet and solitude to do so.

While they quietly enjoyed their refractory period following the heated sex, Alastor began to imagine their children. What would they look like? How many would be boys and how many would be girls? How many would they have? What would they name them? So many questions flitted about his mind, and Alastor chased each of them like a puppy would chase butterflies. What would they be interested in? Would he get to teach them fighting, or hunting, or something else entirely? His mental tornado of questions was disrupted when Manea spoke to him, catching his attention when they could speak again without gasping for breath. He stared at her with absolute love and devotion in his abyssal gaze, his permanent smile now softened with a love he'd never known before. He returned her gentle kiss all too eagerly, but listened while she explained how she would be teaching their children about the Mendacium law, then offered to teach him too.

Alastor didn't take long to think about it; of course he wanted to learn more about her life and her beliefs! He had said so when they'd first gotten together months ago! He'd be damned if he didn't at least offer to help her teach their children who they were and where they came from! "I'd love to learn more about your family, laws, and beliefs, my darling," he replied, closing the space between their mouths to kiss her for what seemed like the millionth time but still felt like the first. "I'm in this with you to the end, Manea. I want to be fully part of your family and your world. So consider me your eager student!" Alastor grinned playfully, already eager for his lessons. He was still stroking over her side partially to tease and distract her while she taught him, but mostly because he simply couldn't keep his paws off of her.


"Alastor"

Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.
____________________

Alastor seemed to approach everything in his life full force with no holding back and when she brought up the thought of teaching him more about the Medium traditions and laws he made her grin at the enthusiasm he showed toward the idea. She hadn't been sure how much he would want to be involved in considering how reluctant she had seen some mates be in other relationships within her family, but Alastor proved again and again how he truly was her soul mate, the one that claimed the Ancient soul destined to match hers. She wanted to bring the Mendacium name back to life and revive it as it should truly be and he would be the one to help her do it. She chuckled at his playful grin, murring softly at the feeling of his paws roaming across her body. Her paws moved across his shoulders and chest in return, wondering to herself how long it would take before her lessons would get interrupted by their insatiable lust for one another.

"Hm... you already know most of the laws... Having one child chosen from each litter, all pups coming from one pair of wolves and from no one else, not being allowed to take another mate or have pups with anyone else if one of us dies... And of course that family comes first above all else," she recapped, trying to narrow down exactly what Alastor needed to learn. "I suppose that mostly leaves the why that's behind those things. The more spiritual and less tangible things." Her paws moved across his chest and around his neck as she spoke, combing her claws through the thick black fur. "Oh, and the disciplinary things for breaking those laws as well... That doesn't happen all that often, but it does happen. We had to disown my mother after she took another mate after my father died." She said it matter of factly, unfazed by that fact. It had to be done. Her mother had been given more leniency than most and still went behind their backs to get what she wanted.

"I suppose I can start with the Ancients... I know I've mentioned the Ancients before, but essentially what it is is the souls and energy that we come from. The Mendacium wolves are particularly gifted with this energy and are given stronger souls with more power than other common wolves. This manifests its self in likes like our size, our build, the vibrant colors of our fur, mutations like my horns and paws. Things that make us stand out from the rest and usually give us some kind of advantage or gift. We refer to that energy as the Ancients because when we die our souls rejoin that energy and eventually our souls are reincarnated into the next generation of Mendacium wolves. Every time we're reincarnated we come back even stronger than before." She paused, giving him a smile as she waited to make sure he had absorbed that much before he added, "When a Mendacium litter is conceived, one complete soul is granted to that litter from the Ancients and depending on the strength of the bond between the parents or if they are true soul mates or not will determine how strong of a soul is given to them." An excited grin pulled across her lips and she chuckled as she flicked a teasing lick across his nose. "Which is one of the reasons I'm so excited to see our children... I can't even imagine the kind of strength a union like ours is going to create."

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Alastor reveled in the feelings he got beneath Manea's affectionate gaze and proud grin, knowing he was the cause of her magnificent joy. He loved the sounds he could draw from her, including low, pleased murrs while his paws roamed over the planes and curves of her body as hers danced across his shoulders and chest. He knew the longer they lay here, the more likely it was that one of them would be on top of the other, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He was insatiable, hopelessly addicted to her, a junkie for the high only she could provide. He would gladly overdose on every hit of her he could get his greedy paws on if it meant being hers for the rest of his life. But for now, he held his lecherous urges at bay, knowing this was important to Manea and he wanted to give her his full attention. That didn't mean he'd stop teasing her though, and all throughout her lessons, his paws would continue exploring and feeling every part of her he could reach. Let her teach her lessons with a little temptation. It would be more fun this way!

He was quiet while Manea recounted everything she had told him so far while looping her forelegs around his neck. As she listed things off, he mentally recited what he had retained from previous lessons regarding the laws of the Mendacium wolves. To be honest, they weren't very complex. All litters could have one surviving pup, mated couples could only breed with one another, and death was the end of taking mates or having children. So Manea moved the lesson to the spiritual beliefs, guiding Alastor through the story of where Mendacium wolves came from. She explained the Ancients, the spirits that every wolf housed, and how they were given their unique traits thanks to them. She explained death and reincarnation in this process, and how that stronger spirit would go to the next generation in fragments, which was why it was vital to winnow litters down to a single surviving pup.

Alastor nodded his head when she paused to show he was listening. When she explained it that way, it made sense. He still didn't relish the idea of having his children killed, and as he glanced down at Manea's belly, his eyes darkened as he imagined what that day would be like. The greatest and worst day of his life. Manea gave his nose a teasing lick, bringing his attention back to her grinning features that showed all the excitement and love she held for him and their unborn children. "I can't wait to see them either, my love! I'm eager to see the strength the Ancients have given our children thanks to our union," he replied with a grin of his own. Unbeknownst to him, this was the first time he had referred to the Ancients specifically, rather than as her belief. "I believe I'm following along so far. Continue on, my Manea."


"Alastor"

Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.
____________________

She continued to be pleasantly surprised by how well Alastor followed along with her teachings and how easily he agreed to the lessons within them. She knew he had issue with the killing of the pups, that was something he had made very clear from the day that she began their relationship, but he was even willing to do that for her. His dedication, his love, and his loyalty were so unwavering that it astounded her. Hearing him speak so naturally about the strength given by the Ancients to their children more than she had expected it would, and she found herself wearing a genuine grin while she went on with her teaching. Her paws continued to rub along the back of his neck, playing with his plush black fur all the while.

"One part of making the best union to produce pups from is finding our soul mate. For Mendacium wolves, that's more than just someone you're compatible with. We believe that there is always one wolf somewhere in the world that is born with an Ancient soul that is matching to ours outside of Mendacium blood. I was always told growing up that when I found my soul mate, I would know. I hadn't really understood what they meant... until I met you." She grinned again, her aqua gaze shining with a grateful joy and love that she felt for him and him alone. Her paw brushed against his cheek, leaving a tender kiss on his lips. "You and I were always meant to be together. Our souls have always known each other. You were given all of these gifts... these magnificent obsidian eyes, your striking crimson markings, your strength and ruthless power... all to ensure that when we bring our children into the world they are destined to be the best our family has ever seen."

She chuckled softly, letting her claws scratch fondly through the fur around his ears, holding on to this demon that she adored so much and loved with all of her heart and soul. "Not every soul mate pairing results in love and marriage... It would be ideal if that were the case, but if we hadn't fallen in love like we had then there would be no real consequence for it. We could have loved whoever we chose, as long as we still only had pups with one another. I have seen times when one of my family members found who they believed to be their soul mate, but they refused to agree to those terms and they had to settle for someone else or go their lives without having their family. But us... We have everything and more. You are my perfect soul mate, a perfect father for my children, and you have given me the love and passion I always desired."

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Listening to Manea speak of her family's belief system and their laws was enrapturing. It was like a sermon but without the preaching, a simple and direct explanation of how her reality was. He was no stranger to ceremony and beliefs of higher or ancient powers. It was what he had grown up knowing under the Amarix pack and had prepared for with his betrothal to Lurid. But whereas hers had felt stuffy, forced, a stand on ceremony for the sake of ceremony, Manea was passionate about her beliefs and her rites and rituals. Perhaps it was that passion that kept his attention where Lurid's had failed. Perhaps that was also why he was now lying with Manea after having bedded her instead of the Amarix princess. Wherever she was, he hoped she knew how much she had missed out on.

Manea explained how soulmates worked in the Mendacium belief, about the unifying of souls and how it affected their offspring. She also explained how his ancient soul was the reason for his obsidian eyes, his inky black coat with fire-kissed markings, and his violent and unstable mentality. But where others had called them "defects", she called them his gifts. He was happy to return her tender kiss while her feline-like paw caressed his cheek with loving affection, a life shining in his onyx eyes for the fae whose soul he was gazing into through aqua windows. Alastor had never seen anything more beautiful than the wildfire he saw burn in those blue-green pools. He was madly, deeply in love with Manea, and while she stroked his ears and explained how soulmates do not always fall in love, but he had given her everything she wished for and he was perfect, Alastor felt that compulsive need to burn her alive with his passion, desire, and love.

Bringing one massive black paw up to grasp Manea by the back of her head, Alastor responded simply by crushing his lips to hers, pushing his tongue into her maw to taste his mate and let her sample the fires he burned in for her. Sharp claws pricked and scratched at the back of her head while he held her to him, refusing to give her any space to pull back until he was done. Once their kiss ended and Alastor parted their muzzles, he released a long, contented sigh, black eyes flicking open to look at her with a smoldering need for her aching deep inside him. "I just needed to get that out of my system," he explained with a smirk. "Go on, dearest... Continue my lessons please."


"Alastor"

Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.
____________________

Manea felt his strong paw on the back of her head and then suddenly his lips were hard on hers, crushing their lips together with a passionate kiss that made that lust that had been momentarily satisfied flare back to life again. It never took much to make her want her husband, but right now while she was still riding the high of knowing that she was carrying their perfect children that she had longed for it took little more than a heated glance to make that need and desire show its face. Her tongue danced with his, her paws snaking around his neck as she held herself tight to him, returning every bit of fire that he poured into that kiss. When he did pull back she gave a little gasp while her eyes blinked open to find his again, returning that same look of need and aching desire. She returned his smirk with one of her own and she chuckled, tipping her muzzle to nip at his chin. He was such a tease, but she loved it.

"All that's left is the ceremonies, trials, and rituals..." she mentioned while one of her paws trailed down over his chest and stomach, all the way down to the most intimate, sensitive parts of him, a grin pulling across her lips. She started teasing and working him up while she spoke, her large, soft paw working him over expertly. "One of them you've already experienced. The marriage ceremony is my favorite. It gives our soul mate the Mendacium name and makes sure their soul can be brought back into the energy of the Ancients when they die. The Gleaning Ritual is a part of choosing our child and the Funeral Rites is a final ceremony performed for any Mendacium wolves after their death." Those were the easiest and quickest to get through while she was having her fun with him, forcing him to wait for more till she was finished.

"The Disownment Trial is performed if any wolf in the family breaks our laws so severely that they are no longer worthy of carrying our name. Usually its conducted by the Matriarch and any other available family members and if they are convicted of their sins then they lose their name, are exiled from the family, and their soul will no longer be reincarnated into the next generation so it's not done lightly." Her paw squeezed around the most sensitive parts of him, a grin still playing on her features while she felt him squirm under her teasing and pleasuring. "And finally the Naming Ceremony... If there is someone that is a child of someone that's been exiled that was born after the Disownment Trail then they can work to earn their Mendacium name and are given it during this ceremony. We never punish a child for their parent's mistake."

Her free paw held his jaw near his chin, a deep, gnawing need in her gaze as she smirked and found his obsidian gaze with her own. "Did you get all of that, my demon?" she questioned with a chuckle, her other paw releasing him and wrapping around his waist, pressing her hips into his as she worked her body against his, groaning softly against his lips before her lips claimed his again and she kissed him hard, finally giving into her lust and needs again.

- fade -

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Alastor knew he was stoking fires deep within Manea's body with the kiss he'd given her. He'd intended for it to tease her, work her up for more of their fun once their lessons were over. What he hadn't been expecting though was for Manea to start teasing him in turn while she continued on with her lessons. Alastor turned his gaze from Manea's hypnotic aqua eyes for a moment to follow her feline paw while it trailed down the smooth planes of his chest and stomach, tracing each muscle she touched until she reached her destination between his thighs. Manea pulled a sudden gasp from the dire brute was soft paw pads wrapped around his most sensitive, intimate parts, his mouth hung open in silent sounds of pleasure while his face contorted and eyelids fluttered under her caresses and strokes.

She started speaking again, filling him in her family's rituals and laws while her soft feline paw worked over his arousal with expert movements and skilled tricks. Alastor struggled to paw attention to Manea's lessons, his breathing growing labored with shorter gasps and black eyes rolling in his head. His toes flexed and curled and a flash of his pink tongue began to loll from his panting muzzle. Every time her paw would squeeze him in a sensitive spot or stroke him just right, the giant wolf would give a guttural groan in response. He considered cutting their lessons short and just pouncing on Manea right now, but because she had him literally in the palm of her hand with those claws so close to his balls, Alastor didn't dare push his luck. He resigned himself to the sexual torture his mate was enjoying putting him through, his hips giving little bucks and squirms from her actions.

His heavy breathing became his only way to stay grounded and even attempt to focus on what she was saying while she pleasured and teased him. Marriage ceremony. Gleaning Ritual. He had known about those. Funeral rites made sense, but since she didn't give any details on those right now he wouldn't ask and delay their pleasure further. The Disownment Trial was one he was truly interested in, as he knew Manea's mother had gone through one. But trying to pay attention with her paw doing all these wonderful things to him was damned near impossible! Manea gave a good squeeze around his most sensitive parts in her paws, making Alastor groan deeply and his body squirm for her. She briefly touched on the Naming Ceremony, explaining it as the inverse of the Disownment Trial, and then the lesson was over.

Alastor blinked his gaze into focus when Manea cupped his jaw with her free paw, noting the lecherous grin on her face while they stared deeply into one another's eyes. He grinned back at his mate, his body quivering with anticipation at what was coming next. "Not a word, my galaxy," he remarked jokingly, though he was sure he had missed a few details in amongst his wife's manual pleasure. When she pulled her hips to his and looped a paw around his waist, Alastor did the same with her, one massive black paw scooping his mate by the rump to pull her hips harder into his. He exhaled hard while she groaned, and then their lips locked, muffling the sounds both wolves made as he lifted her hind leg to get a better angle to slide himself deep within her. A lustful growl rumbled in the brute's throat as he claimed his mate once more, giving into his desires and satisfying that burning lust for her that never seemed to die.

- fade -


"Alastor"

Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.
____________________