I Think We're Close Enough

This experience he was sharing with Relm was something entirely different from any moment of passion or lust Alastor had experienced before. With Lurid, it had been carnal, yet shallow. With Manea, he had an intensely passionate and bloody love. With Irilyth, it was a means to an end, using her to slake his own needs. But with Relm, it was different. Alastor had grown to care for Relm since she'd come to stay in his care to escape her maniac father. She would forever be under his protection, and yet that protection carried an air of possession and desire with it. He did not love her, not in the way he did for Manea or for his children, yet he cared for her all the same. He wanted to take care of her like a parent would a child, and yet he also wanted to please her and slake her needs like a lover would, yet neither emotion reached either end of the spectrum. Their relationship was hovering somewhere in the middle. Not quite paternal, not quite amorous, some sort of unorthodox blend. How fitting for the two misfits of Elysium.

Despite how subtle and subdued her own reactions were, Alastor noticed each and every one. He fed off of her lust, regaled in her breathless sounds and the shifting and contorting expressions of want and desire on her face. Fully up on her now, Alastor was surrounded by her natural scent accentuated by the perfume of her estrus, her body doing all it could in its natural attempts to get Alastor's body to satisfy her urges. He withheld, even when she hooked strong forelegs around his thick torso just to cling herself tighter to him. The pair were breathing heavy in short gasps. There was a beat of pause while the two wolves looked at one another, ebony eyes and sterling gray locked with an intensity built between them. The air was electric; Relm's body was fire, and the water did little to cool him down as he immolated in lustful flames.

And then, without warning, Alastor felt Relm shift her hips and drag herself against him, coupling their bodies together by their nether regions in one swift and fluid motion. A hiss of pleasure escaped through gritted teeth, devolving into a rich, guttural growl of ecstasy from the dire wolf. Heavy black eyelids fluttered over even darker eyes, and though his pupils could rarely ever be seen, they were rolling back in his head while Relm gave in and let them both have what they undeniably wanted from the start. The paw around her waist flexed, stabbing his gemstone claws deeper into her back to help leverage her hips while she worked herself over him hard and rough right from the start. His other paw reached up to grab Relm by the thigh, sharp claws digging into thick muscle to help hold her steady while he began to roll his hips to meet her every motion and work their bodies together in unison to achieve a higher nirvana, a more primal pleasure.

Through his actions, Alastor showed how much he wanted this, how okay it was for them to do this, and how badly he needed her to not stop. When black eyes weren't rolling behind fluttering lids, they were peering down into Relm's, wanting to watch every moment of pleasure she endured and enjoyed. Even when she looked away and gazed down their bodies, he kept his eyes on her. Sizable hind paws kicked and scrabbled at the soft lakebed for better support and leverage, causing the water to slosh and churn around them in time with their wild movements. His long, silky fur was soaked in the lake by now, but he didn't care. All Alastor cared about was enjoying this moment with Relm to the absolute most and making it a night she remembered—for all the right reasons.


"Alastor"