I Think We're Close Enough

Beneath the silvery glow of the moon and stars, the two wolves entwined their bodies together in an erotic, heated dance in the waters of the lake. The still night air was filled with their heady sounds of pleasure; low growls, masculine grunts, feminine groans, and heavy breaths while they south to unwind the other in a cooperative and yet equally competitive effort. Though they were close in size, Alastor's considerable bulk and girth was able to surround Relm, wrapping her up in himself in a manner both protective and possessive. She was his for the night and Alastor was going to enjoy every single second of being wrapped up in Relm like this, just as he was hers to have as she pleased. Whether this was done out of gratitude or a deeper desire to do so to him didn't even cross the dire brute's mind. The only thing even remotely connected to that day in his mind was thinking of the clown's last words, asking if the Elysium alpha was fucking his daughter, and his lips curled over gritted gnashing teeth into an insidious grin when he thought about how Kefka had been right without even realizing it.

As Relm worked her body against his, so too did Alastor press and grind and move himself back against hers in turn. The dark-coated brute did nothing to restrain or hold himself back, letting Relm have all of him. Every reaction, every gasp or breath, every moan and grunt, every grip of clawed paws and hard shove of his hips was that of a totally unleashed Alastor—powerful and wild, yet not out of control like last time. Relm was an exceptionally talented lover given her youthfulness and supposed inexperience. He hadn't known if she'd been a virgin when he'd taken her the first time or not, but given what he knew of her, he hadn't suspected she'd had many—if any—other lovers before him. While her movements were lacking the grace and practiced rhythm of an experienced lover, she more than made up for it with her enthusiasm and vigor. It was a sit she was working just as hard as he was to bring him pleasure, like how he was trying to do to her with every roll of his pelvis into hers. Their bodies crashed and collided together, and though Alastor felt a strong pull to lock his mouth to hers and dominate her maw with his tongue like he did to Manea, he remembered how she'd responded to it last time and stopped himself. This wasn't just about him. They were a pair tonight and Relm was special to him.

As the two settled into a strong and steady rhythm together, Alastor felt the ecstasy mount, the spring tightening within his core. Black eyes shifted between rolling back and screwing shut as he surfed through wave after wave of hot, electric passion. While Relm wrapped her legs around him and found her rhythm in her motions, Alastor relinquished his hold on her thigh, raking his claws up her svelte side before slamming his paw down into the water beside her head and clawing at the sand of the lakebed beneath them, desperately seeking a hold on anything while he rocked their bodies back and forth in the shallow water. With his newfound balance, Alastor was able to drill his hips down with all his force against Relm, their movements much more akin to fucking now. Riding the high of euphoria right up towards that peak, Alastor was finally undone when he felt Relm's sharp teeth find purchase in his scruff, her strong jaws clamping down where his neck and shoulder met, drawing a loud, lustful groan from the man, followed by a snarl as he reciprocated and lunged down for her, his own powerful jaws looking to lock around the same part of her neck and shoulder to held hold her steady while he let himself go, spurred on by the delightful sounds he was coaxing from his pink-coated lover. A few extra strong bucks of his hips and then Alastor was slamming home into Relm with a snarl of pure pleasure muffled by her fur and flesh in his jaws.

Alastor reached that blissful climactic end with a shudder of his body over top of Relm's, his paws scrabbling at the ground and clinging desperately to her to keep their bodies pulled taut together as if they couldn't be close enough or entangled enough. Alastor's body twitched and tensed as he rode that high all the way through until he collapsed across Relm. The brute released her with a deeply satisfied sigh and flopped to his side in the cool water, keeping strong forelegs wound tight around his fae's body to bring her along with him so they could both relax and enjoy the afterglow of their passion. The water was a cold contrast to the heat radiating off of their bodies, Alastor gulping down deep, ragged breaths while pleasure-glazed obsidian eyes gazed back to Relm again, wondering just how things would change between them now, if at all. Would it be awkward like it was again? Would there be a deeper connection between the two? Would she want to leave Elysium or stay as part of their growing family? It might be too soon to wonder any of those things, so he contented himself with just enjoying his post-orgasmic euphoria for the time being.


"Alastor"