I Think We're Close Enough

As if by some magic, the moment his paw began to move across her chest and belly, Alastor felt Relm's body tensing as she reacted to his every touch, every subtle stroke of his claws against warm, soft skin causing a reaction from her muscles. A gentle flexing, tensing and relaxing while her breathing steadied and deepened, then turned shallow the lower his paw explored on her body. Then the massive brute felt the girl's paws find his own on her torso, catching his digits in between her ribcage and belly. He glanced up at her and caught her watching his paw at it moved over her lower body, a salacious smirk playing on his lips while he turned his attention back down to the actions of his paw, letting her smaller black paws guide his giant one along the planes of her body, feeling over every warm smooth surface of the fae and following every feminine curve of her matured form. His black toes splayed and parted her soft belly fur, the ebony digits in stark contrast to her vivid pink coat. Feeling her every lithe muscle tense and relax under his touch was an almost erotic experience, one the dire brute found himself enjoying very much.

A deep, rumbling purr of delight echoed within Alastor's chest while he toyed and teased Relm, mingling with her quiet hums and gentle sighs. She confirmed he was doing things she liked in a breathy whisper, drawing a delighted grin from the Elysium alpha as his smoldering gaze met Relm's heated half-lidded eyes, seeing her smile for the first time in as long as he could remember. Actually, come to think of it, had he ever seen Relm smile like she was now? The look she gave him was sultry, enticing, alluring even. When he went to glide his paw back up her body, he felt the resistance of her paws pushing his back down her body. The dire brute glanced down at their connected paws again with a raised brow, a low growl of intrigue and enjoyment rumbling in his throat. Alastor relented and gave Relm what she wordlessly asked him for, keeping his paw moving along her belly and waist, every so often teasing his claws a little bit lower and along the edges of her inner thighs. Her skin was even warmer here, as if all the heat in her body was pooling lower and lower. Her subtle movements into him made the wolf's core clench in familiar ways, feeling a similar desire growing in him that he felt whenever he got Manea to react this way to his touches. Intimate, erotic, sexual. Relm was giving in to her body's desires and he was the one fortunate enough to witness her final growth into a mature young woman.

All of a sudden, Alastor felt Relm's paws slam down on his to pin him to her lower belly, trapping his paw between her abdomen and paws just above her waist. He lifted molten onyx eyes to find her lustful gaze already looking back up at him. Her words caused his fur to stand on end as static chills of lust ran across his skin from head to tail that settled between his thighs. The grin on Alastor's muzzle slowly stretched wider, showing off rows of razor sharp pearly teeth against his dark fur. Oh, he would satisfy her request and then some. But before he did anything, Relm stopped him again, her words drifting off without saying what he knew she meant. She didn't want him to fuck her. At first, Alastor peered at her in confusion until she explained it was for Manea. He wanted to tell Relm that it would be fine, that she could have whatever she desired, but at the same time, he wanted to let her explore and experiment with this new sexual side of herself in a way she was comfortable with. This was all new and a massive step for her. They could go at her own pace. "Whatever you want, Relm," he replied, his husky voice vibrating with a tremor of a deep growl on her name. Then she asked what she could do for him—more aptly, what could they do together—and Alastor slowly leaned himself further over her. He shifted his weight, balancing himself above her with one thickly muscled foreleg positioned just to the side of her head while the other remained held to her soft belly.

"Anything you want," Alastor responded, his words spoken on a heavy breath barely above a murmur for only her to hear. He and Manea had a unique and straightforward relationship. Neither was exactly possessive of the other, nor were they strictly monogamous. Then, with his face closer to hers to witness every nuance of her expression, Alastor flexed his paw and sank his ruby claws into the flesh of Relm's stomach. He felt her skin rend to his claws as if she were made of nothing more than soft clay. Instantly, he felt the hot dampness of her blood pooling around his toes where his claws had sunken into her, just trickles, but still enough for her to feel his claws within her. Once he'd gotten to enjoy her initial reactions to the pain he inflicted, Alastor slowly raised himself back up until he was sitting over her, watching with sadistic delight while he slowly peeled his claws back out of her flesh, then flexed them again to ever so slowly trail them down her belly to her waist, letting his claws cut through the first layer of skin. Not enough to cause any real damage, but enough to draw thin lines of blood in his wake. He lifted his other paw to join in with his first, both large paws moving to press to the inside of Relm's thighs, keeping her hind legs held open while he dug his claws into her flesh there and leaned over her once more, leaning over her again to nuzzle his snout through her belly fur and slowly nipping his way up her chest to the base of her neck, letting his hot breath wash over her throat while he teased her with the proximity of his deadly fangs to her vulnerable neck, daring her to give him access to do as he pleased with her.


"Alastor"