Manea knew she was driving Alastor crazy, but that's exactly what she wanted - even if it was maddening to her as well. The whole trip to the south she hadn't allowed him to have her. She did at least relieve him in other ways a couple of times, but she wanted him frustrated and pent up for what he had planned. The only issue with that was that she was having a hard time finding the victim for her plans and now that they had been in the warmer parts of Boreas for a couple of weeks now she was starting to get desperate herself. The fact that her heat was quickly creeping up on her didn't help matters either.

Hoping to blow off a little steam and snag them some dinner at the same time, she brought him out to a wide expanse of barren hills, following the scent of some sheep. The trail was pretty easy to follow with the gentle breeze that kept them down wind of the creatures and the large, fluffy clouds that kept them mostly in the shade and kept them from baking in sun. "Ah, here we go," she commented under her breath as she crested a hill and spotted a few large, horned sheep in a valley bellow them. She crouched down and watched them for a moment. It looked like one ram and three ewes milling about, combing their way across the landscape to eat any patch of grass they came across. "Any fancy footwork this time, my love? Or shall we just go rip them apart?"

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

So far, Alastor was finding his honeymoon vacation with his new bride to be far more frustrating than enjoyable. For whatever reason, Manea was deliberately doing all she could to tease and arouse him, working him up then leaving him with blue balls, pent up and aching for release. Not once during their entire trip to the southern lands did she let him underneath her tail, despite his protests and insistence, all his best efforts were rejected. Sure, she had other means to help take the edge off his lust when it got to be too much, but that didn't fully quench the need. More than once, he considered just grabbing her and overpowering her to have his way with his sexy mate, but he knew the ramifications of what would happen if he didn't succeed. Besides, Manea was clearly planning something special for them once they got to wherever they were going, no doubt tying into the story she had told him about her family's traditions for honeymoons. As maddening as it was, Alastor would be a good sport about it and be patient—for now.

Their adventure south had brought them to some desolate hills with barely any signs of life around the arid, craggy landscape. A few withered or dying trees here and there, some dry brush, but not much. It reminded him of the landscape that surrounded the mountain caves he had grown up in long ago. He followed Manea's lead, tracking down a small herd of wild sheep as they searched for any grazable grass they could find. There were only four: a ram and three ewes, all ripe for the picking. Alastor eyeballed the clouds on legs with a heightened sense of feral bloodlust, no doubt a byproduct of the sexual tension Manea had been building up in him. He wanted to sink his teeth into the animals, to feel them kick and struggle and hear them scream. If he couldn't have an outlet for his dick, then he'd use his fangs to purge his sinful desires instead.

Manea asked if he wanted to use any "fancy footwork" or just go at them. Alastor, who had been fixated on the prey animals, turned his head to peer at his mate with an animalistic look of hunger in his black, soulless gaze. "Rip and tear." A malicious grin slowly split his lips, revealing every deadly tooth and fang to his wife. Then, without warning, Alastor sprinted down the hill towards the grazing animals like a bolt of black lightning, his muscled form rippling with sinew and power in every stride. Heavy paws pounded the dry earth, alerting the sheep, though it was far too late for the closest ewe, the smallest of the bunch. Alastor was airborne and snarling with open jaws before she could bleat in shock, and by then it was over.

Alastor grabbed the sheep's head in his jaws, jerking the sheep back and forth while sharp fangs cut through flesh, then lifted it straight off the ground and slammed it hard into the earth. The sheep was stunned, but still bleating in fear. Growling with menacing glee at the ewe's terror, Alastor savored the taste of fresh blood in his mouth, applying more and more pressure to the panicking animal's head until he felt its skull pop in his jaws. The sheep's legs which had previously been flailing went limp all at once, dangling like macabre wind chimes from its body while Alastor held it aloft, letting blood and brain matter run over his palate like a delicious pâté, a guttural groan of delight rumbling in the dire brute's chest. He dropped the carcass with a mushed pulp of a head and set his violent gaze on the other three sheep as they began to try and flee, watching to see which one Manea would pick off so he could find his next victim.


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Manea smirked at her bloodthirsty husband's demand that they rip and tear, thinking to herself that this was less of a hunt and more of a slaughter. It didn't really matter to her - they never struggled to find food to eat. This was less about fulfilling their hunger for food and more about giving them an outlet for their pent up desires. It wouldn't satisfy the one she really wanted to quench, but a lovely afternoon of ripping some sheep to pieces would do for now. Alastor took off like a deadly bolt of powerful muscle, but she wasn't far behind. She hung back just enough to watch her mate act as a true force of nature, grabbing the closest ewe and shaking it around before crushing its skull between his powerful jaws like it was little more than a piece of fruit. A little shiver of lust and desire went down her spine as she watched him thrive in his element, a grin pulling at her lips while her aqua gaze lingered on his imposing form. It was hard to focus on her own hunt when the only thing she really wanted to hunt was him.

Forcing herself to look away for a moment, she locked her eyes on the next ewe that was closest to her, darting forward till she could leap forward and hook her large, deadly paws around its shoulders, stopping it in its tracks with her vicious claws digging deep into its flesh. She chuckled and yanked it to the ground with a wicked grin. She got one of her tiger-like paws onto his throat and pinned it to the ground by its neck, watching it struggle and flail under her grasp while it's panicked bleats filled the air. Her gaze darkened with a malicious hunger as she let her claws extend from her paw to slice through its throat, stabbing through its trachea. Suddenly its bleating became a choked, gurgling sound, its blood pooling around her toes and dripping from it's mouth as it started to suffocate on its own blood. As much as she would have loved to just wait and let it slowly suffer and die, she didn't want the other sheep to get away so she had her fun for a moment longer before she yanked her paw back and ripped through its throat, spilling a pool of blood across the ground before she turned to grab the next one in the herd.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Alastor had just discarded the first sheep corpse when he saw his mate leap into action. Manea struck like a purple missile, taking the next nearest ewe down and pressing her paw to its throat. He listened with sickening ecstasy as she sheep bleated for help, then its noises sounded like it had been shoved underwater, the gurgling noises bringing euphoric tingles all across his skin while Manea let the animal drown in its own blood. As she finished off her first kill, Alastor was already running down the other two sheep, his soulless black eyes trained on the ram.

Massive dire paws thundering across the craggy terrain, Alastor charged the fleeing ram only for it to turn on him and try to charge back with its horns lowered. Alastor kicked his paws off the ground, leaping to the side to avoid the ram's headbutt and positioning himself to the side of the animal. With a snarl, the brute's jaws found purchase in the ram's hind leg, thrashing it so violently with gnashing knife-like teeth that he shredded the ram's thigh like brisket. The ram bleated in pain and panic, flailing and trying to kick Alastor in the face, but it was far too late. Alastor pounced on the ram, his teeth still in its leg right by the joint that held it to the animal's body. A bloodthirsty snarl erupted from the dark brute, and with a strong twist of his head, he ripped the ram's leg clean from its torso.

The ram gave a screaming bleat in pure agony. Alastor discarded the ram's useless leg, watching the bleeding animal try to stand without its leg and falling every time, blood pouring everywhere. A wide, bloody smile grew across the brute's lips. The ram was as good as dead, and both creatures knew it. Alastor strode slowly over the crippled heribove like the harbinger of death ready to reap its soul, his massive body shadowing over the ram's. Placing a paw on the back of the ram's head to keep it still, Alastor grabbed one of the sheep's horns in his teeth and twisted and jerked his head until he was rewarded with a pained bleating and a rip of flesh as the horn separated from its skull. Holding the horn like a makeshift dagger, Alastor then brought the horn down into the top of the ram's head as hard as he could, cracking the animal's skull like a coconut and impaling its brain with its own horn.

The ram didn't die right away, its body going into spasms and seizures as it suffered a slow brain death, making noises very unlike anything an animal should make. Alastor grinned down at the dying prey animal, then placed a paw on the horn jutting out of the bleeding hole in its head and began to violently jiggle it around like he were stirring the contents of a bowl, turning its gray matter into a pulpy mush and watching while the ram's spasming ebbed into a weak rocking of dying muscles, and then it lay still, a blank look in its eyes with drool and blood seeping from its open mouth. Alastor giggled like a madman, dark eyes shining with a giddy, aroused fire, batting the sheep's head back and forth like a puppy playing with a ball while he waited for Manea to kill the last ewe, having so much fun already, but feeling that feral, wild desire to unleash in other ways rising in his core again, stronger than ever.


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Manea abandoned the dying ewe, satisfied that it would bleed out on its own within moments, so that she could chase after Alastor as he ran down the last two sheep of the small herd. He had his sights set on the ram so she went for the last of the ewes, darting past Alastor and his prey just as the ram turned back to make a last ditch effort to fight off its attackers. Poor, dumb animal. She caught up to the ewe fairly quickly, sinking her claws into its rump and jerking it to the ground, sending the poor thing skidding and rolling through the dirt. She immediately pinned it down on its back, its legs flailing in the air, and her vicious jaws clamped down on one of its back legs near a joint, biting and twisting hard till the bone and sinew snapped and more of those delightful screams and bleats came from her prey. She did the same to the second hind leg, leaving both of the limbs dangling uselessly with half of the leg nearly detached. With the ewe most certainly not going anywhere fast, she turned her attention back toward Alastor to see how he was getting on with the ram.

Her aqua gaze landed on her mate just in time to see him press his paws to the back of the ram's head and twist and yank one of its curved horns right off of its skull. A wicked grin pulled across her lips as she watched him, a picture perfect example of a ruthless hunter and a vicious killer. Meanwhile, the ewe she had been hunting was forgotten behind her, the animal till crying out in pain and panic while it tried to flail and drag itself away on its two remaining legs, leaving a trail of blood behind it as it slowly moved till it collapsed. She watched with enraptured attention while Alastor stabbed the horn back into the ram's skull, making her cackle at the horrific brilliance of the way he killed things. Hunting was no longer a means of necessity when her demon was around. It was a whole pass time in of itself with Alastor being the star of the show.

The ewe behind her eventually went quiet as it bled till it passed out, eventually succumbing to the wounds on its own. Manea barely noticed, far more entertained by her mate as he stirred up the brains of the ram with its own horn while it spasmed and slowly died as he made its brain into mush within its own skull. She chuckled as she walked toward him, savoring that look of absolute madness and fire in his obsidian gaze. Gods, how she wanted him to take that fire out on her... Soon. Very soon. "You've out done yourself this time, my darling," she commented with a smirk, looking down at the bloody, mess he had created.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

So amused had Alastor been in his mutilation of the ram that he almost missed Manea scoring the final kill, glancing up in time to watch as she stepped away from the ewe that was bleeding to death at her paws, no longer bleating or even moving. He saw the look of fiery lust and wanton desire in his mate's eyes, and for a brief moment, he wondered if true and proper relief was finally coming his way. Instead, and most infuriatingly, Manea simply came closer with a low chuckle and commented on how he'd outdone himself. Grinning like a maniac, Alastor gave the ram's limp head a gentle jostle and laughed heartily. "Thank you!" he replied almost giddy with drunken bloodlust. He gazed at Manea with a primal desire, primitive urges and hardcoded desires in his DNA smashing against his restraint to simply pounce her and have his way with her. "I'm just getting started though! I'm assuming you're not going to allow me to fuck you yet, hmm...?" He waited until she confirmed his suspicions, then jubilantly decreed, "Then we have a lot more killing to do, my dear! Hahaha!"

Stepping off of the ram and kicking its corpse aside, Alastor moved to walk past Manea, but paused when they were shoulder to shoulder. Deciding that if she was going to stoke his fires, then he would do the same to her, the dark brute turned and caught Manea's jaw with a strong paw. He held her head still while he crushed his lips to hers, tongue invading her mouth tot taste her flavor mixed with the coppery sheep's blood around their muzzles. He kissed her hard and rough, pouring that urgent need and smoldering desire into her while they made out, only parting once he felt his lungs ache for breath.

Alastor broke their lips apart with a quiet, rumbling growl, staring deeply into Manea's aqua eyes with a primal, predatory hunger for her. It was the look of a wild animal barely resisting the urge to take his mate, to claim her as his in every way he could. That animal wanted out, to use her for his pleasures and reliefs, to hurt her and thrill her and please her. He wanted to make her scream and sing. But she wanted him to resist—at least for now. So the tattered shreds of Alastor's sanity held strong for now, and the giant wolf instead nipped at the end of her snout before stepping around her to continue their hunts, looking for the next prey they could snuff the life out of. Gods knew he needed some form of release...


"Alastor"

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