I Think We're Close Enough

This time around, the sexual tension between him and Relm felt entirely different from the first time she'd offered herself to him right after he'd murdered her deranged father. Back then, she had seemed almost like it was a duty for her to give her body to him, like it was expected of her. It had been emotionless, and though it had brought him physical pleasure, it was distinctly not Alastor at the controls of his body. This time, Alastor was fully in control and Relm was actually enjoying herself, at least it seemed so. The way her body squirmed and the noises he pulled from her were familiar to the brute who had experienced sexual contact with faes before, but the reactions were wholly new coming from Relm. It felt exciting and foreign to be able to make her react this way, knowing what sort of influence and power he had over her physical being. Then as his claws dragged lower across the taut planes of her body, he saw the look of exquisite relief on her visage as she practically melted for him, her back arching to accentuate the supple curve of her form and make her look more feminine than Alastor had ever seen her before.

Another keening moan from the pink fae voiced her enjoyment of the wonderful torment he was putting her through. Her scent had unknowingly begun to get stronger the more he excited and aroused her, nearly making the dark torturer salivate when it reached his nares. When he drew himself closer to her, he could pick up on her shallow breathing, heavy and drawn out from the pain and excitement he saw flashing in her pale eyes. Despite his insistence, Relm refused to allow him access to her vulnerable throat—a wise decision from the girl, most likely. But Alastor's disappointment wouldn't last, as no more than a moment after, he felt Relm's hips press up into his as he leaned his body over hers, earning her a few breathy gasps of surprise and lecherous delight from the hulking brute. The way she moved her hips into him teased and taunted him with their proximity, her soft downy fur rubbing against some very sensitive and firm parts of himself sandwiched between them. Guttural groans rumbled in the dire wolf's chest while he braced his back paws against the rocky, silty lakebed and pushed back against her on instinct, rolling his hips back against hers in a slow sensual grind.

As if reading his body language, Relm stretched a hind leg out beneath him while her other slid up to hook around his waist and behind his back, guiding his motions into her. She asked to feel him, her voice turning hot and lustful when she said his name. Alastor loved it. A low growl was his response, though it wasn't of displeasure, but of desire. He slid one large black paw up from Relm's thigh, dragging his claws along her side until it slipped beneath her arching body and dug into the small of her back just above where her tail met her rump. He held her to him, pressing his weight down upon her with his hips, not quite in the right position to enter her, but giving her what she asked for. All parts of the massive male from his stomach down were pressed to her, feeling the heat and softness of her body against his anatomy. Alastor groaned again, tipping his muzzle to bite and nibble along the curve of Relm's shoulder to the side of her neck, taking what he could get from his partner. Her exploratory paw was wedged between their stomachs, so dangerously and enticingly close to where he wanted her to touch and feel. Onyx eyes peered up at Relm with a look at hot as magma while he urged her to do what they both knew they wanted, encouraging her to continue exploring her newfound sexuality with him as her test subject.


"Alastor"