I Think We're Close Enough

Watching how Relm went roiling and twitching through her own climax had been a thrilling and euphoric experience for Alastor to bear witness to. He felt everything from the young fae until they had both fallen still in their blissful afterglow, relaxing in each other's embrace in the cool, shallow water of the lake. Though it took Alastor a few moments longer to slow and steady his breath—Relm's youthfulness showing through in her stamina and recuperation—he had his breath back by the time she grinned at him and spoke the sly hope that her father had seen every bit of their mating. The grin on Alastor's face widened into roguish humor as he laughed, black eyes shining with a mirthful playfulness. "He'd be so fucking furious. I hope he did too," he remarked back, still thinking of Kefka's last words to him before he'd snuffed the life from his body. Gods, that would still remain one of the most intense and orgasmic experiences he had ever had! Something about killing that fucking clown had really done something for him.

Al had been looking at Relm when her expression abruptly shifted and she looked away, hiding her smile. The dire brute's smile fell also, and he leaned closer to gently nudge and nuzzle the girl's forehead with his snout. "Don't," he simply said, voice firm yet spoken with a gentle urging for her to listen to him. "Don't do that to yourself. You're allowed to feel good. You're allowed to enjoy things." Alastor shifted in the water a bit, moving to wrap his forelegs more securely around Relm's sides, being careful not to constrict her too much or smother her, but also making a point of proving he wasn't going to let go of her and that he wanted to hold her. He didn't know Relm's childhood deprived of parental affection; he just knew he liked to snuggle after a good fucking, and so he wanted to snuggle with Relm for a spell.

Alastor wasn't always good with emotions and words. He wasn't good at empathy or connecting with many wolves. So he let his actions speak to Relm. He told her she was beautiful and protected in the way he held her close to his body, muscles gently rippling while he flexed his forelegs around her sides. He told her she was cared for with the tender nuzzles he brushed her crown with. He'd shown her she was desirable in the coupling the two wolves had just shared. Hell, he hadn't even considered the prospect that he'd fucked her with wild abandon while she was still in her heat, that's how much she'd affected him. Alastor made the mental note to be sure Irilyth gave her yet another dose of birth control whenever they got back to the pack. In his sober mind, he would never subject Relm to that fate. "Will you stay in Elysium?" With Kefka gone, Alastor knew there was a very real possibility Relm might just want to leave to go explore her own life. While she would be within her rights to do so, he secretly hoped she'd stay. Relm was special to him—even more so after tonight—and the thought of her leaving hurt something inside him.


"Alastor"