Why Mess Up A Good Thing

When Relm showed no apprehension toward his advancement, no sign of tension or withdrawing, Alastor pressed a little closer. Just a step. Then another. Then another. One by one until he was within a mere foot of the young woman, gazing at her with a slight downward tilt of his head as was required by their height difference. Not tremendous, but most certainly noticeable. She still didn't look up at him—that was fine; he'd come to expect it as part of her personality—while she spoke, confirming to him that he had helped build her and that her apprehension had been the opposite of the previous time. Right now, this was a different Relm he was speaking to. Alastor saw a more sure Relm, a Relm that recognized things within herself and wasn't actively trying to oppose them. She was growing and maturing and evolving right before his eyes. A part of him was proud, having known how much she'd struggled with her own identity and emotional value in the wake of her abusive father. A greater part of him was impressed (and also aroused) by her confidence to look him in the eye as she leaned in closer and voiced the sexually explicit things she wanted them to do together.

For a few long moments, obsidian irises held vibrant argent, almost as if the demon wolf was peering into the depths of her soul, seeing all the lewd and lustful things she desired. Alastor's smile gradually relaxed, easing into a genuine reflection of his innermost emotions while he gazed at Relm much in the same manner a lover would. Pride, desire, possessiveness all shone in those deep abyssal pools nearly hidden amongst his black-furred face. "Then I will, Relm," he assured her in a velvety purr of deep baritone. "I'll fuck you out here in the forest and in your bed. I'll fuck you at the top of the mountain and on the island's shores. I'll fuck you in the sunlight and moonlight, whenever you desire it. And I want you to fuck me back, just like you did in the lake. Whenever you want it." Watching Relm give in to her carnal desires and feed that primal hunger she'd been ignoring, feeling her body move the way it had against him and into him, seeing her reactions and hearing her sounds when she came undone... it had been a tantric experience for the dire brute. If she wanted more of that, then Alastor was more than happy to give her all that she could handle and show her all he was capable of.

There was a beat of a pause between them as Relm looked up at him, then asked in a somewhat shy manner if he meant what he had said. The inviting smile remained on his face, but the way his eyes firmed with resolution showed he was serious. "Yes, I did." Alastor was no liar, not to those that mattered to him. He had thought about her and worried about her wellbeing almost constantly since that night, afraid he'd done something to hurt her again. Now that he knew that wasn't the case, a wave of relief eased away all that concern. This close to her, it was easy for Alastor to lift a massive ebony paw and reach for her face, allowing gentle paw pads to caress Relm's cheek. Sharp siam claws combed delicately through her short fur there, trailing down her jaw and the side of her neck. "You want me to fuck you right now, don't you?" It was phrased as a question, but there was really no question there to be answered. Alastor knew what Relm would likely say. She'd told him to have his way with her even if she said no, and perhaps he would do just that someday, maybe even soon. But right now, the demented brute was more interested in giving Relm whatever her heart, body, or perverse mind desired of him.

"Alastor Mendacium"