I Think We're Close Enough

Alastor had pulled himself almost mounting her in a similar position the day he had killed Kefka but entirely different. The faint memory of his tongue feeling like it was in the back of her throat had flashed across her mind, but then it had her wondering what he could make her feel like when he was not in the rage state he was in then.

Relm's silver eyes carefully flicked across Alastor's features, she didn't move a muscle in her body, she didn't even know if she was breathing. But him giving her the freedom of anything she desired was almost overwhelming. She wouldn't have felt fully comfortable going all the way with him. Partly because she was scared of how much she would hate it, but she was also scared about what it would do between her and Manea and essentially her own place in the pack. But she wouldn't have wanted to be here if it wasn't for Alastor. When she had offered her body to his manic character, she was doing solely out of something she owed to him. Now she was looking him dead in the eyes and allowing him to touch her anywhere on her body, not because she felt like she owed him. It was two completely different sensations and now memories.

His paw transitioned from placement to stabbing, and in less than a few seconds Relm was reacting to the feeling of pain and blood under Alastor's claws in quite a different way than would have been expected from any regular being. She took a sharp breath in, her brows furrowed as she winced and let out a short, high pitched cry that she didn't even know was in her. Maybe it was the way Alastor had played with her prior, or maybe it was just that it was Alastor. But her tones had certainly turned into a whole different, sexual side that she was discovering. Her paws went to find purchase in his own shoulders, but they did little damage compared to his gemstone slicers.

His frame moved up off of her and she found herself wanting to pull up with him but remained down on the shallow surface of the lake's edge. His claws pulling out of the sensitive part of her underbelly, she almost melted into relief under him. His claws driving more dangerously across more sensitive areas, the sting was something she didn't even care to notice, only the feeling of him across her. Her back arched some in response to teasing pleasure, and when he reached her inner thighs she clenched up but with no sign that she was ready to end their escapade there. She let out another high, and yet quiet moan as he stuck her again in between her thighs. Her eyes stayed on his face as he closed the gap between them again, her breath labored from the pain and excitement she was experiencing from him.

It was like Alastor being with her before was allowing her to feel completely open to him, she was scared of hurting or just not liking the final step that every part of her body was telling her to feel, but because they had sex before if not even enjoyable for her it lightened more of her troubling feelings she would have felt with a stranger or someone she hadn't been so intimate with. As eager as she was when she demanded him to inflict pain on her, a paw reached down between them, catching some of the blood that had formed over her stomach where he had entered her and searching for the result of what he was doing to her, wanting to feel the hard parts of his body while he was this close to her. His breath warmed over the side of her neck and her cheek and chest while her primal instinct kept her from opening up the lifeline at her throat. She didn't push him away, but taunted him in movements of her hips while one of her paws was still down below and the other found leverage reaching over his back. "I want to feel you Alastor." His name again in hushed lustful tones. She wanted him against her, wanted to know what she was doing to him in physical form. She hadn't realized just how quickly and eagerly she escalated. But she was not ready for the final step in the process, she wasn't sure if she ever would be.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu