She supposed that other new mothers might take more time to relax and recover before jumping back into things like training and hunts after giving birth, but with the plans she had in store for there future there wasn't a moment she could waste. Even if she did have time to waste the idea of laying around in the den doing nothing - even if it was to stare at her stunning children - sounded horrendous. She took a couple of weeks to recuperate and be there to make sure her pups had every meal they needed, but once they opened their eyes and her wobbling around the den on their own then she was ready to get back to work. "Alastor, come fight with me," she demanded with a smirk, catching his lips in a quick kiss as she pulled him away from their children for at least a moment. While she was hungry to get back to work and start giving their children an example to follow, she was pretty sure she could leave him here playing with their puppies for the rest of his life and he would be content. Watching how he interacted with them and doted on them was truly one of the most entertaining and adorable things she had ever witnessed and it just made her love him all the more with each passing day if that was even possible.

She attempted to pull on her armor, but the tightly fitted chest piece didn't have enough give to account for her body that hadn't quite gone back to normal just yet. She knew her body would never quite be the same after giving birth, but she would most certainly regain most of her figure with her training and hunting that she would be doing heavily int he days to come. Perhaps it was for the best that she couldn't wear her armor. As she got ready to walk out of the den it began to mist and drizzle and the last thing she wanted was for the steel scales of her armor to begin to rust. Manea grinned as she looked back toward the den, spotting the blue and black eyes of Avacyn and Saracyn watching them from the protection of the cave, staying just inside the entrance as they had been told. "Stay there, my darlings. Sit and watch your father and I train, alright?" The drizzle was steadily building into a cool rain, something that had been a common feature of their nearly daily lives this autumn. She walked a few feet away from the den and turned to face her husband with an eager grin on her lips. "I don't think we've fought since the day I gave you became my husband," she told him with a chuckle, rolling her shoulders and flexing her legs to begin warming her muscles for their fight.

WC: 482/1500

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

The den was filled not only with energetic little puppy yips and grunts, but also the bellowing laughter of a fully grown brute. Alastor found himself upside down spread out across the common area with his two children clambering all over his massive body. In the couple of weeks they'd been alive, Avacyn and Saracyn had both grown tremendously, their limbs filling out more to allow them to stand and move without tumbling over every other step, and their eyes—stunning ice blue and beautiful abyssal black—had opened to see their world. They were perfect, absolutely perfect, and with his new family complete, Alastor felt like a brand new wolf.

He glanced up at Manea with a huge smile on his face while she came up to him, then blinked in surprise when she demanded a fight and kissed him. "Uh, okay!" he responded simply, carefully extricating himself from beneath their puppies to roll onto his paws and follow his wife outside into the misting rain. He watched from the mouth of the cave for a moment while Manea struggled to put her armor on, noticing how it didn't quite fit around her right anymore. A salacious grin played on his lips while shark-like eyes roamed over her body. Pregnancy had done wonders for her, giving Manea's already killer body the form of a fertility goddess given flesh, buxom and shapely especially around her chest and hips. It was almost enough for Alastor to forego their fight and find another form of physical activity with her instead.

He obeyed her demands, however, and when Manea abandoned her efforts to join him in the rain, Alastor led the way down the slope of their home to the flat terrain around the base. He glanced up at the curious eyes of his children and gave them a wink while Manea commanded they stay inside. Feeling the cool dampness of the rain on his pelt felt amazing, the brute's muscled form stretching to limber himself up for the spar. He grinned at his wife. "No, I don't believe we have!" he said and realized she was right. Besides the times he'd spilled her blood in the throes of passion, the only time they'd fought was during the wedding ceremony. That needed to change. Alastor shook his body to fluff out his coat, then braced himself in a fighting stance against Manea, wicked fangs shown off in a toothy grin. "Whenever the lady is ready!"

WC: 410
Total: 892 / 1500


"Alastor"

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Manea enjoyed how willing Alastor was to jump into a fight, even if it meant pulling him out from under his children. He could go right back to rolling around with his children when they were done if he wished, but for now she was dying for the feeling of teeth in flesh and the struggle of a fight, even if it was just a brief thing in the rain. She adored being a mother and her pregnancy had actually been fairly enjoyable for the most part, but she was a bloodthirsty woman at the end of the day. Once Alastor was in position and gave her the go ahead to begin their fight she grinned, settling into her fighting stance with her ears back, paws spaced evenly underneath her, her joints bent slightly and ready to spring. "We better put on a good show," she warned with a chuckle, giving her children a quick glance from where they remained with curious eyes at the mouth of the cave. "We do have an audience after all."

She ran forward then, her eyes squinted against the rain that was steadily beginning to pour down harder around them. Manea ducked down low as she ran toward Alastor and as she tried to skid to a stop just short of him the mud under her paws caused her to slide forward. She tried to take advantage of the slippery terrain, trying to use the momentum to slip past Alastor's defenses to bite up toward his throat, attempting to stop her slide by hitting her shoulder into his chest.

Manea vs Alastor for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Serrated bone ridges - Offensive
Mutation 2: Tiger claws - Offensive
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: N/A

WC: 265
Total: 1157 / 1500

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Alastor enjoyed watching Manea get into her battle posture, reminded of the violent, bloodthirsty fae he had fallen in love with all those months ago. He grinned widely at her, his heart pumping faster to flow adrenaline through his blood, ready to begin. She told him to make sure they put on a good show for their children, then followed her eyes up to the little faces watching them from the cave. "Then you'd better not tap out after only five minutes, my darling," he teased her back, shooting a wink her way. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, both wolves tensed, and then the fight was underway.

Manea opened the spar by charging directly at him like a violet missile. Alastor, while violent and often times brash, was not foolhardy. He waited, watching her movements, biding his time. She came right for him and kicked into a slide across the muddy ground, shooting for him. Alastor's muscles tensed, prepared for the burst of energy to catapult him out of the way of her attack. He waited until she had committed to the slide to make it impossible for her to change trajectory now, then charged into her like a rampaging bull. He tucked his chin down, covering his neck while she sprung up and the two collided, Manea's jaws glancing harmlessly off of his jaw and her shoulder hitting his chest with an aching thud. But Alastor did not stop, continuing to plow forward once he'd made contact with Manea with the intent to use his greater weight and momentum to force her back and possibly throw her to the ground like a battering ram. If he got her down, he would waste no time in pouncing on top of her to go to wrap his jaws around her throat. If he didn't, she'd most likely end up clinging to him and he'd have to reassess his next move.

Alastor vs Manea for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: N/A

WC: 321
Total: 1478 / 1500


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While she did make contact it wasn't nearly the impact that she had hoped it would be. Her shoulder hit hard into his chest as he suddenly rushed forward just as she neared him, his forward momentum disrupting the slide she had gotten herself caught in and instead knocking her to the side. She wobbled, but kept her balance so it more or less spun her on her wide, rounded paws so for a second they were nearly side to side as he pushed pass. She finally managed to stop herself with her claws digging into the quickly gathering mud and she reached up to try hooking the claws of her front paws into his hip as he rushed past. Regardless of if she was able to get her claws in him or not she went to try and bite the back of his leg in the same motion.

Manea vs Alastor for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Serrated bone ridges - Offensive
Mutation 2: Tiger claws - Offensive
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: N/A

WC: 149
Total: 1627 / 1500

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Alastor had managed to push through Manea's charge, throwing Manea to the side, but his violet wife had recovered far quicker than he'd liked. She hadn't gone down, instead ending up somewhere just behind him. Alastor went to turn and round on his mate, but Manea had used her momentum to swing her paws around and catch her claws in his hip. The dire brute growled in minor irritation as her claws stung his skin, turning to watch as her jaws then latched onto his hind leg, and more of that luscious pain ran through his nerves. He growled through gritted teeth, his grin widening in delight as the pain that fast became a pleasure. Ah, but his beautiful queen had let her bloodlust get the better of her. She hadn't realized the position she'd put herself in.

Grinning like a maniac, Alastor brought his bushy tail around to smack and swish all across Manea's face in an attempt to frustrate and distract her. After a second of this to steal her attention, Alastor quickly backpedaled so he was bringing his body back into Manea, falling back to try and collapse into a sit with Manea still gripping to his leg and trap her underneath his rump with his weight pinning her down.

Alastor vs Manea for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty: N/A


"Alastor"

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And the winner is...

Manea

Alastor must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Manea: Attack Roll: 86 Defense Roll: 66 Agility Roll: 70 Perception Roll: 39 Total: 261 Attack[86] + 40% Bonus[34.40]: 120.40 Defense[66] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 66.00 Agility[70] + 5% Bonus[3.50]: 73.50 Perception[39] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 39.00 Total[298.90] + 10% Bonus[29.89]: 328.79 Alastor: Attack Roll: 73 Defense Roll: 93 Agility Roll: 14 Perception Roll: 9 Total: 189 Attack[73] + 25% Bonus[18.25]: 91.25 Defense[93] + 5% Bonus[4.65]: 97.65 Agility[14] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 14.00 Perception[9] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 9.00 Total[211.90] + 15% Bonus[31.79]: 243.69

Manea tasted her husband's blood on her tongue as she bit into the back of his leg, a low, pleased growl rubbing in her chest. She glanced up toward his face, her aqua gaze catching his ebony eyes as that familiar grin spread across his lips. She knew her husband all too well. There was a reason that any time they fought or hunted it almost always ended in them fucking each other's brains out. That train of thought was disrupted when his fluffy black tail flicked and swatted across her face, making her muzzle scrunch up around the bite she had on his leg in response. The second she felt him starting to shift back with his weight leaning into her muzzle she let go of his leg, stepping back so that he sat down harmlessly in front of her, making her grin and laugh lightly in response.

From where she was standing behind him, she hopped up quickly to wrap a foreleg around his neck before he could stand again, her other paw pressing to his throat and pulling his head back with her claws pressing against his skin with the threat of what could have been, grinning wickedly as she nipped at the side of his neck. "I win," she declared with a sultry purr. Keeping her paws around his neck she looked back up toward their den through the rain, calling up to Irilyth who was now sitting at the mouth of the den with their children, watching the spectacle as well. "Irilyth, put the children down for a nap, would you? I'm just going to go collect my prize for winning." Her handmaiden got the picture very quickly and swept the children away to the bed chamber, much to their dismay. She chuckled and returned her lips to Alastor's neck, nibbling and biting across the skin. "Now the question is... What do I get for besting you, my love?"

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Much to his disappointment, Manea was far too quick and clever for his ruse. As Alastor's ass headed for the ground, Manea was already extracting herself from beneath him, leaving the giant brute to simply collapse back into a very vulnerable sit right in front of her. He sat there and just held her gaze, looking just as surprised as she was, but ultimately knowing there was no recovering from this. He grinned, wide and innocent, and then his wife laughed and put a merciful end to this mockery of a fight. Manea jumped up to wrap one paw around his neck to pull his head back and expose his throat while her other paw pressed to his most vital area, feeling her leonine claws pressing against his skin and veins in a lethal threat. He quivered gently in her embrace, but from arousal, not fear. This was the same way he'd watched her bleed that nameless fae dry the night they'd made those two beautiful bundles of fur watching from the mouth of the cave. She was so sexy when she was being violent and dominant, and he loved her all the more for it! No wonder every activity they did together ended with them well fucked and spent.

"You win," he rumbled back, his vocal cords vibrating against her delicate claws on his throat when he spoke. He stared at his mate with a hungry desire glistening in his abyssal eyes, still not moving while she held him in this position. His eyes followed Manea's up to the den while she ordered Irilyth to put the pups to bed, and already he knew what would be coming next. His heart missed a beat and his tail wagged excitedly behind him in the grass and mud. It had been a few weeks since he'd gotten to fuck his mate, and to say he was getting pent up would be an understatement. Irilyth was a fine release of frustrations, but she would never satisfy him the way Manea did. Once the whining pups had been herded away and they were left alone out in the rain, Alastor watched with a lecherous grin while Manea brought her mouth to his throat. The sensations of her fangs against his tender skin sent little tremors through the black behemoth, still held still in place by her claws and teeth around his windpipe and carotid. "Hmm... What do you want, my darling?"


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This was the first time since she really started showing the signs of her pregnancy that she had been able to dominate Alastor like this and the first time since her children were born that she felt up to taking her husband the way she wanted to. This fight was little more than a casual spar, but it was still enough to spark that pent up, hungry desire and show herself that she was ready to be back in the thick of all the lecherous things she enjoyed doing. A grin pulled across her lips and she chuckled as he questioned what she wanted for besting him in their fight and she pressed a firm lick over where his pulse was strongest on his throat, her paw squeezing a little tighter around his windpipe just enough for him to feel the pressure of her strangling him slightly. "Follow me, my demon, and I'll show you."

She slid off of him, trailing her claws lightly down his spine as she went, and tossed him a sly grin as she trotted off through the rain toward another dip into the hillside near their own den. It was much smaller, just enough of an overhang for them to escape the rain, but it would do well enough since there was very young children within their den in this current moment. Once she was within their makeshift shelter she gave herself a shake and turned to face Alastor, giving him a wicked grin before pressing her muzzle hard to his, kissing him deeply and passionately with every ounce of need that had built up over the past few weeks while he was getting satisfaction from her handmaiden and she was recovering from birthing their children. Manea hooked a foreleg under his, looping along the inside of his foreleg by his chest and catching her paw over his side, and broke their kiss as she shoved him down to the ground and onto his back. She pinned him immediately with her paws on his chest and straddling his waist. Her claws tailed down over his chest and stomach, grinning down at him with a rumbling growl, the sound disappearing into a gasp as she pressed her hips back into his, arching her back with a groan as she used her husband for her pleasure, enjoying every single second of her prize.

-fade-

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

In those aqua eyes that stole his breath away, Alastor saw the lustful gleam he had become intimately familiar with whenever Manea hungered for him. He hadn't seen that look in her eyes since the day she'd pounced on him and told him she was pregnant, and seeing it again send a shiver of desire down the brute's spine. He loved when Manea dominated him, challenged his strength and came out on top. Something deep down told him that she was yearning for more blood and violence to truly hit that dominating mood she loved, but this casual little scuffle would be a good appetizer to what was no doubt going to be a buffet of lecherous and lewd acts. Alastor watched her grin widen, then felt the warmth of her tongue press to his exposed throat, gliding up along his carotid where his pulse pumped strong and steady beneath tender skin. He gave a soft sigh of delight, the exhale cutting off in a quiet choke when her paw flexed and squeezed over his windpipe and gave him a taste of strangling in her grasp. Another shiver of lust, another skip of his heart. Ohhh yes, he was ready for his queen to dominate him again!

Manea commanded him to follow her to find out what she wanted as a prize, and Alastor was helpless to resist. He followed eagerly behind her, nipping sharp teeth at her rump as she slid past him, a hungry grin showing off every sharp tooth in his maw. He followed his wife down the hill to the little dip set into the hill, sliding smoothly under the overhang just behind her as the rain began to pick up intensity, starting to conceal them in their own little hideaway. The dire brute shook out his wet fur as well, glancing up to his mate just in time for her muzzle to find his in a deep, passionate kiss. He rumbled low in his chest while crushing his lips hard back against hers, returning her need and desire through his lips and tongue. He wanted Manea to feel how badly he wanted her, how much the absence of her passion and lust had been felt by the demon wolf. Irilyth was fine as an outlet when he boiled over, but Manea was his perfect soulmate. No wolf could ever be Manea.

Alastor felt one of Manea's massive paws snake its way up his foreleg, then grab his side as her lips left his. With a sudden burst of strength, Alastor found himself on his back, staring up at his gorgeous wife while she pinned him with those feline paws and her body weight when she straddled his waistHis muscles rippled and tensed wherever her claws ran over his skin, making the dire wolf hum and quiver with need. His own huge paws found her thighs, stroking over every part of her lower body he could reach, grinning wide up at her as excitement filled his gaze. She growled, a sound that turned him on unlike anything else, and then they both gasped as Manea pushed her hips back until he felt heat and softness against his most intimate parts, breathy groans coming from the brute from each roll of her hips. His claws pricked over her hips, fangs bared in silent snarls and growling groans while smoldering eyes watched the way her back arched and body moved on top of him in an elegant, salacious dance. He was all hers to use as she pleased, to bring his queen to the highest peaks of pleasure again, and again, and again.

- fade -


"Alastor"

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