Manifest

[alastormanifest]

Alastor ll Saturchella

Hey, batter, batter swing You could put it on a swing Freak like a triple XXX flick

[zahryaofdawn]

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"You mean you haven't figured it out?" It wasn't long now, he could feel his body's restlessness whenever Alastor drew near. But before it was time to bless Audulë with the first of its next generation, there was more Zahrya wanted to do. He couldn't allow his Court to view his condition as a handicap. "Until I've birthed our legions, you'll need interim forces to command. We're surrounded by potential changelings, can't you see them? I've been longing to share this gift with the mortal realm again," he confesses with a melodious giggle, slipping his arms around Alastor's neck. "While everyone plays, a most sumptuous feast shall be prepared for those enticed away."

[alastormanifest]

"You and your changelings, our children are going to grow up envious." Alastor sighed, somewhat dramatically, as he tilted his head only slightly to the side. "They'll think you love your creations more than them," the demon's fingers curled under Zahrya's chin as he lifted the other's eyes towards his own. "more than me." He did enjoy taunting the chancellor, it fed his own ego to goad the other into a reaction. Someday, maybe years from now, Zahrya would realize that Alastor enjoyed toying with the elve's bluster.

[avnj0gia]

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[flightlessloxe]

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[alastormanifest]

@zahryaofspring location: Lupercalia notes: I think this might be our 3rd ongoing thread so feel free to yeet anything crusty

"This is the part where you tell me all about your grand plan." Alastor looked at the creature with very clear, obvious reverence as he brushed the other's cheek. In the chancellor's condition, he really should have been at home resting, but Lupercalia was an anniversary for them, a tradition among the lycans, and Zahrya had a newfound affection for dogs. Alastor placed his hands over the other's stomach, "Or should I tell you about mine instead?"

[alastormanifest]

@aurelienpatenaude location: Old Blood Orchard, Fey Forest notes: mentor/mentee connect

In the remnants of what was once the blood orchard he'd cultivated alongside Zahrya, the veil between the mortal realm and the Otherworld was impossibly thin. Across the fey forest it had dwindled, but here most of all it was possible to simply slip through to the other side. The manifest didn't fear the accidental arrival of any demonkind, but instead was more fixated upon the fauna from the Otherworld that was bleeding into the mortal realm. Magical and mundane foliage crossed paths, muddled together, and with the Spring through the Summer would sprout even more interesting subjects.

For the alchemist, Alastor had resolved to ensure this would happen with some choice varieties. When it came to mystical components not all flowers were created equal, a rose grown under a lamp did not hold the same properties as one captured from the wild, and the same could be said for the flowers that bloomed from the brush of magic and those that came about naturally.

"Not many people come out this way." Then again, the eladrin likely wasn't most people, "It's dangerous," Alastor looked over his shoulder from his position on the ground, "even for you and your new abilities."

[alastormanifest]

@sybellax location: Lubefest notes: family bonding

Asterion and Estel were running rampant; while Alastor had gotten a harness for the small devil, Estel floated dreamily in an orb of their own creation. That was also on a leash to keep the tiefling from floating away completely. Alastor took Asterion's muzzle off after the manifest was given the inclination that the tiefling wouldn't try to take any more bites out of people. "You know, I think I'm getting the hang of this." Last year at Lupercalia was his first 'date' with Zahrya, now here they were. Happiness looked good on him. "I'll ask before Zahrya does, anyone catch your eye yet?"

[avnj0gia]

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[zahryaofdawn]

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Zahrya had no capacity for nomenclature or experimentation. He grew what Alastor described to him, and whatever else sprouted from his whims in the blood orchard. His garden was turned on him yet he never regretted his creation because it was the place Alastor's hands had dedicated so much attention to. "Nature is benevolent, but it's also cruel. If it weren't for you, I never would've acclimated to become the Chancellor I was born to be." Zahrya was complete because of Alastor. His manifest reflected the firey rage that dwelled in the depths of his soul just as Zahrya reflected the life-giving spark that still burned within Alastor's. Not even the Inferno could snuff it out which was part of why the dawn elve fell so hard and fast. "Without a sovereign to follow, it's just you and me. My court will be a monument to our legacy," he says around his soft nuzzling, visibly enamored by his partner. Zahrya had changed and continued to do so thanks to the seed planted within him. He was a mystery even to himself, but the journey didn't terrify him one bit because Alastor was by his side. "One war wasn't enough. I crave conflict now, only for the result. To see those who stand against me constricted by vines and those who stand against you set ablaze ... affliction is one of my favorite pleasures to experience with you. I've matured beyond frilly parties and flowers for spectacle's sake."

[alastormanifest]

"You don't give yourself enough credit," Alastor expertly chided as he deliberately goaded the chancellor, "you're a God among elves, the resurgence of your kind is owed entirely to you. Maybe I helped inspire you, but this power you wield has always been within you. I felt it the first moment I laid eyes on you." That trembling eladrin who was possessed of both fear and bravado, Alastor had seen the way he quaked his demonic presence and found some amusement in it. "In the past the Queen had say over every war and every conflict, then it was the King, and now each Court stands on its own. If you want a ware, then wage one, but I do think our forces could use more bolstering - an army of demons is at the doorstep of this realm, they should be met with a newly-minted forge of your changelings. Each more powerful than the last, terrible as the Dawn, and stronger than the foundations of this earth." Alastor tilted the chancellor's chin so that he could best gaze upon Zahrya's perfected features, fertile, strong, wrathful, and benevolent at once; it was to the surprise of no one that he was so compelled towards him. "The world is yours to take, ripening fruit nearly ready to be plucked."

[sybellax]

The flames no longer felt at her back, to be able to travel across the Inferno in search of Alastor, Sybella had made friends in all the circles and even when she escaped the promises and the campaign that she had led didn't end. It all feel silent, she tried to not think of those that she met in the circles, life was better when it was lived for herself. "I never followed the Archfiends, it was how I stayed alive when all of you were slaughtered." Referring to the War and the stretch of fifteen years. "Mammon reigned over my circle, circle of greedy. Apparently slaughtering virgins for your own selfish gain is considered greedy. Didn't they realize that our family comes first above everyone else?"

[alastormanifest]

"What is it about virgins that's always so significant?" Alastor had to ask because he didn't understand why someone who hadn't had penetrative sex yet was somehow more desirable for butchering than someone who had. It felt- well, Alastor didn't know how it felt. "Sathanas doesn't discriminate, violent, wrathful hearts will get you there every time. I don't know if he ever cared so much for worship, just as long as you still fought." The Manifest had taken great pleasure in raising hell across the city during The End, and he delighted in the legions that he and Zahrya would create even now.

[dancewithstars]

[alastormanifest]

Demons were often mistaken as disloyal or hateful, one of those might have been true, Alastor's wrath when provoked was biblical but that did not make him someone who couldn't be trusted. Once earned, demons protected those that mattered most to them, Sybella had made that list, he hadn't remembered her before, but he'd never forget her now. "I'd expect nothing less." Asking the creature to change her stripes wasn't in Alastor's nature and Sybella wouldn't be Sybella if she didn't do as she wished. Even when they were kids that had been true. "I'll take it all, we're gonna have our hands full: Zahrya and I want an army, our legion we've been calling it."

[sybellax]

A devil's smile plays on her lips and if she can do it once without him, it would be even better with him. She's never been able to let go, it's why she slit the throats of so many to fulfill a search for her lost brother, she took young women from their families because she was missing hers and it was greed for a life that she sought that she used the blood of the innocent to satisfy her hunt. She had always put herself and hers above others and she would make sure the legion of her family would rule over all others, power would be theirs. "Never heard such a more beautiful future.." It was music to her ears to hear of his plans.

[alastormanifest]

"And you'll be a part of that." Alastor smiled as he thought about the future warmly; something had changed, though; they could all feel it. The Inferno had- that pit that had been calling to them for so long was gone. "You can feel them, can't you? Sathanas and the others?" There was a time when he'd been favored by his lord, but he'd fallen out of fashion for another. "Who are you bonded to? Are they strong?" It'd be worth it for Sybella to ensure whoever held their contract could withstand what was to come.

[zahryaofdawn]

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Pressed down between the bed of blossoms and Alastor’s hulking true form, Zahrya could create his most beautiful composition yet. An open receptacle for all of Alastor’s desires, the pitch of the Chancellor’s voice reached octaves and volumes indicative of his current feeling of fullness. Alastor’s breeder cock stretched him so thoroughly and reached into him so deeply that thrust for thrust, Zahrya’s melodic cries on impact rewarded his labor with additional notes for his song. Between his spread thighs rested his sap-slicked fertile rose, a flower hungrier than any other. The opening that unfurled for Alastor could take that heavy dick and still milk it for all it could offer, tightening every time their bodies came together to make sure he couldn’t get too far when his hips pulled back.

The slickness of his sap that seeped between their bodies coated every one of Zahrya’s excited petals, providing more than enough sustenance for Alastor to pound him to oblivion. Only he possessed the strength to tear down Zahrya’s garden and fertilize the soil left behind. As he did, the clarity of Zahrya’s melody weakened. Clear notes gave way to muddled runs, which eventually became the gentle but lewd moaning of an exhausted faerie delirious from pleasure. Alastor fucked and sucked as only a demon could, and he drove his eladrin to cum with as much force as he. The oak-hard stem between his thighs exploded with honeyed sap, spurting between their bodies. His flowers followed in kind, release raking through Zahrya’s body as they outpoured with extreme velocity. Their bodies, the flower bed, and even the hillside itself drowned in the Chancellors’s aromatic nectar. All he could do was whine and quake beneath Alastor’s massive weight keeping him pinned as he thrust relentlessly, inflating Zahrya with his seed.

There was no greater pleasure than the feeling of fullness that came with his lover’s fertilization. His garden couldn’t drink it fast enough, causing him to visibly inflate to accommodate both the torrential bestowal and the throbbing demon dick delivering. His hole clamped tightly at the base, pulling every last drop out while making it impossible for Alastor to withdraw. Zahrya’s most delicate rose was also his most voracious flower. Until the seed was planted, it would work the manifest’s length like it was created to. Each time Alastor shot more cum into his depths, Zahrya would cum as well, secreting gallons of syrup as if he were getting fucked at the height of his solstice.

Fire quelled and passion subsided, but lust remained as it always would between them. Zahrya willingly took Alastor’s tongue into his throat, kissing his manifest with the desperate passion of a fey who knew no greater purpose than being bred. His lips were fervent yet tender, matched with the gentle stroking of Alastor’s face and chest. Vines and sap kept their bodies together, not permitting any space so they could soak in the byproducts of their love. “I will love you, on this day and all others until my last. You are my eternity,” Zahrya promises, too tired to catch a proper breath. He’s still gasping as he kisses each one of Alastor’s scales he can reach, giving them proper worship and attention. “You are mine, and I will never let anyone take this from me. Without you, my gardens would run dry. Your fire is so beautiful, with you here to warm me I will never know cold. I love so Alastor, every part of you.”

[alastormanifest]

Unrelenting and unmatched, the scorched fauna of the hillside were coated with Zahrya's orgasmic bliss as Alastor fucked his way through the chancellor's garden with absolute finality. Fertilizing the adept fields and sewing them more profound than the earth's foundations. Alastor rocked his hips harder than bedrock through the knotted tether that bloomed in Zahrya's supple rose. Condensation fell from the demon's scales as he dripped over the chancellor's beautifully laquered frame, whatever stamina that the demon had was thoroughly drained into the man beneath him. All the vitality that Alastor had to offer was willfully gifted and laid at the feet of the other. This was his gift and his promise that those who'd rise from this union would go on to ride as emperors and conquerors, the likes of which the world had never seen before.

"Rest," Alastor urged, stroking the sweat-slicked and honey-stricken curls that doted upon Zahrya's head. That nest of spring could very well have been home to any manner of woodland creature had they not likely been sent running in all directions at the force of Alastor's virulent thrusts. "we've time yet before you must reunite the Titan." His tongue snaked alone the curve of Zahrya's face before it slid into the other's mouth, there he could almost taste himself at the back of the chancellor's throat. Filled to the brim. Alastor's lips withdrew if only to press them tiredly to the crown of the chancellor's head, where he sighed, his arms folded around Zahrya as he pulled the chancellor in tighter and closer. Earnest in his plight to ensure that his cock remained stuffed inside until Zahrya's garden had thoroughly taken in it all.

[zahryaofdawn]

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"I've mastered the sex and have no need to rehearse, but I do see the benefits of exploring your body thoroughly for the best results. We can spend extra time together and you can give your suggestions while we practice," Zahrya asserts with his airy giggle, a finger tracing alongside Alastor's jawline. He was no stranger to the sensations his body was currently going through. When he was expecting, Zahrya craved Alastor's attention even more than usual. Any opportunity for more intimacy would be one he leaped at. "Is that why you like poisons so much? The delayed gratification?" Being as demanding as he was, Zahrya lived off of instant satisfaction. But as exuberant as spring could be, nature took its time to cycle through. "Have I told you recently how wonderful I find your mind? Because I do. You never disappoint," Zahrya says, peppering Alastor's face with kisses. "Something to prepare their minds, something to prepare their bodies, and a show to demonstrate the natural beauty of procreation. No all that's left is to create a garden to punish the dissenters. Toxins and thorns and creatures that bite. Doesn't that sound fun?"

[alastormanifest]

"A poison is like a whole new world entirely; the new ones are my favorite: the horrors I've yet to see and those that I haven't quite unlocked yet." Zahrya traced his finger over the manifest's jawline and Alastor felt the scales that littered his frame shutter in response. There was no denying that his world centered around the chancellor, or that he could feel the attentive way that Zahrya arched into him. Warmth, fertility, and exuberance emanated from the God and the times when the other was carrying brought with them a sort of relief. Now, when they copulated, they could focus on pleasure alone, something that Zahrya had taken to in kind. "You inspire me," Alastor commented as the other lavished his features, doting on him like the demon would only allow Zahrya to do. "you opened up a world of pain unlike anything I've ever seen," strong praise from the wrathful demon as he tipped the other's chin and spoke through the short distance between them. "who would I be if I didn't create a realm of unspeakable torment for any that would disobey you?"

[zahryaofdawn]

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"Celebrations of love are natural. It's quite beautiful to see bodies exploding with pleasure as they fill each other. Watching other species conceive is so fascinating to me, so I'm positive it is normal to want to see true masters." However, Zahrya's become increasingly enraptured by the pleasure derived from acts that are meant to have him rewarded with his manifest bestowal, even for purposes unrelated to life creation. "Edging? Is that something you've tried?" On this question, Zahrya allows his tongue to push Alastor's memories, gleaning a poor understanding of the concept but a key component: time. It was not far off from a blooming desire he's had to take full advantage of Alastor's large, demonic form. If he had Alastor splayed out for him, he felt he could tantalize the demon endlessly and milk an ocean's worth of hot seed from his breeder dick. "Oh yes, I can certainly use you for that during a party. And what a grand party that would be. Perhaps serving a mixture of my nectar and your juice would increase everyone's fertility."

[alastormanifest]

"Do we need to rehearse a particular arrangement ahead of time? Or should we just improv it in the moment? I do have a few suggestions that we could use to give the best demonstration." Alastor mused that he was interested to see what Zahrya's solution to this one would be; truly, the possibilities were endless, but if his lover and chancellor wanted an ample demonstration, then the only solution would be ample practice. "Delaying instant gratification for longer satisfaction, in the fifth circle, people suffer that much more when they're made to watch themselves die." Alastor said this almost wistfully; hell was hell for everyone, but the manifest found he missed the taste of brimstone. "That pollen you asked for is almost ready; I think we've almost made the perfect hybrid to use as an aphrodisiac."

[yurcna]

“Indeed, it’s quite the charming paperweight,” she deadpans, part of the tension undercutting her frame disappearing at the continued cheer from Alastor. Yurena hadn’t forgotten their last meeting, hadn’t forgotten the cutting words sinking into her skin as she desperately sought solid ground amidst the earthquake that was her life. She had deserved it, that and every sharp and ugly word anyone would want to spit in her direction, but there is certain relief in knowing that perhaps the bridges she had burned on her desperate attempts to grasp at the falling ashes of her family had foundations solid enough to survive the fire of her fanaticism. “Woe me,” she sighs in fake melancholy, chin falling to rest on her hand. “I do solemnly swear to improve my performance next time,” she swears with fake solemnity before snorting and shrugging. “I am staying for now. My gambit might have worked, but I owe it to both my departed coven mates and those who I harmed to do some sort of community service— And I don’t want Alstroemeria to disappear. Not after everything.”

[alastormanifest]

"Noble of you," Alastor said; he remembered the watcher as being the right hand of Erik Alstroemeria. If the old man was still alive, he might have chosen her to be his successor. Someday had come sooner than she might have liked, but here they were. "which makes it unsurprising." While the former sovereign revealed little of himself to anyone, from what the familiar recalled from the years Alastor had served at Yurena's side, he also struggled between right and wrong. "You'll need some more members; Christmas is coming up. What are you going to do, put the tree up by yourself? With Kaito? Depressing."