As night would start to fall, Jewels would be forced to end his traveling and exploring for the day and be forced into settling down for the night and waiting until morning to resume. It wasn't his favorite time of day, but his legs and paws certainly appreciated the break and were eager to relax. He hadn't really cared where he settled, but once he found some strange stone pillars he was intrigued and decided to settle there for the night. Nestled alongside on of the fallen pillars, Jewels brought together the sticks and kindling he had gathered moments before and quickly started a fire. It wasn't a cold night, but the small fire would be useful to keep the pesky summer bugs away.

As tired and sore as his legs were however, another part of the many was very much alive. A few days without a partner had left him almost desperate for attention, eliciting a soft whine from the small man as a single paw ran down from his throat down his naval, a single claw gently tracing his own flesh. Next to the fire, he writhed under his own touch as bright blue eyes closed. Serving himself wasn't an ideal situation, but he hadn't been left with very many options lately. Exploring his own groin with his toes through his long fur, a soft moan erupted from the dainty boy as he assumed he was alone.


"Speech!"

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It wasn't often that Alastor strayed far from pack lands in the middle of the night. He had been on his regular midnight patrol when a stranger's scent that passed dangerously close to their borders caught his attention. It seemed to skirt away and head east, towards the fields of stone pillars and ruins, but the mere fact that someone had been near their home in the middle of the night was enough reason to warrant the investigation of the massive ebony brute. On heavy yet silent paws, the man made of shadow and blood stalked through the darkness, following the scent of the stranger. Crossing through some of the collapsed stone monoliths, the glow of a campfire from behind a nook of ruins caught his attention. The stranger's scent was stronger here, and he could only assume he had just discovered their campsite. Awfully bold of someone to camp so close to a pack, especially when the alpha male was already trying to suss out if they were a spy or just foolhardy.

Black lips peeling back in a silent snarl, Alastor crept up to the pillar where the camp was set up behind, then hoisted himself quietly up on top of the stone. As his form appeared from the darkness like shadow melding to form the massive wolf like some sort of ethereal nightmare demon, Alastor's gaze landed upon... a woman? He paused, gazing the diminutive pink and purple wolf over. No... not a fae, it just looked female. Slender, tiny, and boasting curves in all the right places, the petite male could easily have been mistaken for a woman—were it not for the fact of his scent, as well as the anatomy he was boasting between his splayed hind legs. Alastor's aggression dropped as he watched in silent interest, obsidian eyes taking in the sight of the man pleasuring himself beside the campfire, blissfully unaware that he was being stalked by an apex predator twice his size.

For a while, Alastor was quiet while he watched, uncertain as to why he didn't just leave or walk away. Perhaps because the man was still a spy...? Or perhaps because there was a deeper, unsatisfied curiosity gnawing away at the dire wolf's brain. Alastor slid down to a resting position just above the femininely-colored man, just watching the way he squirmed and twitched on the grass to his own touch, a slight smirk teasing his lips while he enjoyed the show and just waited for the other wolf to open his eyes and see the black face with pupilless abyssal eyes staring back down at him.

"Alastor Mendacium"

Gentle toes teased at his flesh and fur as they trailed from his throat to his thighs, intentionally avoiding all the places that would speed him along. Teasing himself was the only thing close enough to the real deal that made the whole thing worth his while. His mind was in a state of bliss, eyes rolling back behind closed lids in building pleasure as he relaxed into the earth he spread himself out on. While his dominant paw tickled and teased along his body, his other foreleg reached to grab the matching rear limb and hoisting it over and towards him. Holding it up in the air the best he could, he repositioned his hips for better balance.

Although an audience wasn't something he'd ever turn away, he hadn't been aware of one until he allowed himself to drift his paw a bit closer to his most tender places, the shiver of electricity within combined with a moderate twitch of his hips, forced his eyes open. The man was peering down directly above him and immediately he felt the fire burning again. A smirk played on his lips as he gazed upwards at his admirer, paw getting friskier with himself through his long fur. Biting down on his lip gently with a moan while a small wave of pleasure came over him, Jewels eyes rolled briefly as he would attempt to get the man to join him.

"Come handsome, have a taste." He purred, wriggling his hips underneath his exploring paw.


"Speech!"

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The writhing motions of the wolf on the grass were like some sort of erotic dance. It was... strange for Alastor to watch. Not because it made him uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. The smaller man's display was enticing, drawing him in. He'd never witnessed such a lecherous display before. All of his women had been larger; this wolf looked like he could snap him in half by the midsection if he squeezed too tight. The thought was oddly arousing to the black-furred dire while he listened to the chorus of keening moans from the pink wolf in an act of unabashed voyeurism. For a long while, the wolf didn't open his eyes, just continued to toy and tease with his own body for entertainment. Then he opened his eyes, and Alastor was peering down into turquoise eyes, his own seemingly empty black stare locked onto the stranger's while he debated whether or not to simply kill him outright or have some fun with him.

Alastor expected fear the moment the tiny man's eyes gazed up at him. After all, here was this giant black wolf with eyes as inscrutable as an endless abyss suddenly appearing out of the dark in the dead of night. It was the stuff night terrors were made of. Many a wolf had been intimidated by Alastor's appearance in daylight; at night he would be a veritable monster. But to his surprise and amusement, the pink-blue wolf simply held his gaze, smirked, and wiggled his hips as he kept moving his paws against his own flesh. Alastor tilted his head to the side while he considered the stranger's words, his long, luxurious fur of black silk swaying gently with every movement. The little pink thing was a strange creature to not be afraid of him, that was for sure.

Slowly, Alastor's haunting smile that was a signature to him crept across his lips, just giving a hint of the rows of sharp teeth contained within his mouth. "That's awfully bold of you, my dear," he said in a smooth baritone purr. "And what makes you think I'm interested in tasting any of those parts of you, hmm? My tastes usually run a bit more womanly... or bloody." From his perch, Alastor flexed his paws, ruby gemstone claws extending to scratch over the stone with a grinding of stone on stone, claws so sharp they left tiny grooves in the rock face. Did the flamboyant man have any idea what he was attempting to seduce right now?



"Alastor Mendacium"

His tactics seemed to be working, however not as quickly as his body would have liked. The burning and aching within longed for release and this man was doing very little to quell it, frustrating the small man but he enjoyed it all the same. As his paw worked over himself, soft moans pushed from his lips as he made eye contact with the abyssal-eyed man. When he finally spoke, toying with him even more instead of coming and doing as he was told. A playful smirk came to Jewels face.

"Sweetheart, I didn't ask." He giggled a bit, letting go of his limb and ending the show. He rolled onto his stomach then and kicked his legs out behind him. Sitting up on his elbows, he arched his back inwards to roll his hips up and out before looking back up at the dark man with half-lidded eyes and a coy smirk. "But if you insist, then why are you watching, hmm?"


"Speech!"

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The lewd flamboyant man's brashness knew no limits it seemed, as even after being threatened in an abstract manner, the pink wolf just continued to hold his gaze while he played with himself. Then he spoke again, asserting that he hadn't asked Alastor. A single brow quirked above one onyx eye, taken by surprise by the tiny male's assertiveness. Well, he sure was a cocky one, wasn't he? As the stranger rolled to his belly, Alastor found himself looking the wolf over. He could easily pass for a woman—save for the extra bits between his thighs. Alastor had long ago been opened up to the concept of taking lovers of the same sex by his promiscuous wife, but he'd never had the opportunity to pursue such ventures... at least, not yet. Now it seemed like the gods and devils had hand delivered him this delicious looking morsel, practically begging for it. If ever there was a time and place to try new things...

Alastor was quiet while he watched the pink and blue wolf put on a show of giving long, languid stretches of his slender body, smirking all the while as if he was totally unafraid of the giant dire wolf. Those bedroom eyes and coy grin put on for him might have been an act, but it was an act that was working. Humming in thought, Alastor rose with a ripple of dense muscles, his deadly claws scratching audibly against the hard stone while he stood and slid almost like a cat down to the ground in one smooth motion. His bulk hit the grass with a muted thud, and suddenly Alastor was towering over the sultry little man. From up close, he looked even more delicate and ladylike, as if the dire brute could snap him in half with just a good squeeze. Pearly teeth slowly began to emerge in his unsettling smile once more from behind black lips while he gazed at the stranger with a different sort of lust from the kind that hungered for blood. Besides, out here in the middle of nowhere, with no one around to see them or hear them... Why shouldn't he indulge in satisfying some curiosities?

"Hmm, seeing how small you are up close, I can't help but think I'd kill you if I did anything to you," he mused with an interested rumble in his baritone voice. Like a predator, Alastor slowly circled his way around the stranger's body, eyeing him up all over, but paying keep attention to his elevated shapely hips and swaying tail. How easy it would be to mount the wolf right now and just have his way with him... Alastor sauntered closer to the wolf's hind end, swatting playfully at his raised ass with his red-tipped tail. "Are you sure you want to tease me like this? Think veeery carefully, my pink little prize, for you are oh so small, and I am so very, very big." Double entendres, double entendres everywhere.

"Alastor Mendacium"