Why Mess Up A Good Thing

The instant he touched her and Alastor heard that breathy sigh of relief come from Relm, the smile on his face shifted into a much more naturally enticed grin, one she would likely recall from their time together at the lake. He gazed at Relm, marveling at how she showed no fear or apprehension towards him. It was one of the biggest reasons that attributed to his initial attraction of the young woman—not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. Relm didn't fear him, which was all Alastor wanted from the wolves he cared about. She gave that to him without even consciously knowing what she was doing—or maybe she did. She was a very clever girl, after all. It was a sensation of feeling that the dire brute subconsciously sought and that she provided. She, Manea, Kichi, Seraphina... All the wolves that mattered to him in some way, shape, or form had shown no fear of what the demon could do or had done or would continue to do. It was what made them unique in Alastor's mind. It was what made them special.

The sigh she breathed sent a shiver of delight rippling through the bulky behemoth's body, coming to rest in some stiffening parts of himself. It was just like the noises he'd listened to her make during their coupling under the moonlight in the water. Pleasant memories of summertime pleasure replayed in his mind, even as Relm reached a paw forward to begin to explore the planes of his chest and foreleg on her own time. The sensation of her claws teasing the strands of silken black fur brought vibrating rumbles from the brute's chest, lavishing in her touch. She was going slow, exploring, and that was fine; she could explore all she wanted with him. Relm would find no barriers with him. His body was hers to play with, to explore and experiment with, to learn from and to enjoy. Her enthusiastic response drew a growling chuckle from the demon wolf, who continued to run the smooth edges of his deadly claws along the side of her throat and up under the soft flesh of her chin. All the while, his jet black gaze never left hers, peering deeply into silver pools as if he could see straight into her soul and see her every innermost desire.

But before Alastor could react on her words and pounce the girl to claim her as his once more, she halted him with a single sentence. She had a problem. A curious tilt lopsided the wolf's head, peering with confusion to the young woman while she let her paw and gaze fall from him. Relm thankfully explained further; she would not ask him to fuck her. She would not pull him from his duties or his family. Alastor's mouth set into a hard line when she mentioned Manea disliking her, and he immediately wanted to dismiss her claim, asserting that Manea did not dislike her—but he held his tongue. Now was not the time to try to argue that point with her. Perhaps they could have that conversation later, when he held her wrapped up in his arms in the afterglow of their passion, or during one of their interludes together. But not now. He could see in Relm's body language that the young fae did not want to think or talk about that. That was fine with him. Alastor had far more fun things on his mind to help distract her.

"Then I will make sure it's no problem for us," replied the dire brute, stalking another step closer until his chest was practically brushing Relm's. He leaned his muzzle down until his lips met her crown, sharp fangs nibbling and combing their way through her thin fur to find one of her ears and roll the delicate appendage between his teeth while his paw continued to glide his gemstone claws down her throat, following the powerful thrum of her pulse beneath his paw pads. "You won't need to ask. You can seek me out and do with me as you wish. When I have you alone, I will also do as we want—or as I want, if you think you can say no to me." Alastor grinned; he hoped he was playing into Relm's desire for him to have her even if she refused him, just like she claimed she wanted. He was more than happy to give the ladies in his life exactly what turned them on the most. Giving another firm nip to her ear,the dark brute added, "I'll be yours and you will be mine, Relm."

A lecherous growl rumbled in Alastor's chest while he gazed down over Relm's body from where he stood above her, lust-glazed obsidian eyes lingering around her shapely rump. She no longer reeked of her heat—a pity to some degree—but it wasn't about to stop Alastor from enjoying the experience Relm was as a lover. She'd already given him an emphatic "Fuck yes" when he asked if she wanted him to fuck her right now, and that was all the invitation the alpha male needed. Alastor began to move again, striding along Relm's side so he brushed against her, letting her feel the ripple of his muscles beneath fur and skin while he pressed himself against her. He slowly made his way around her, trailing his muzzle down the back of her neck and following her spine, pausing to nip at her skin every few inches he traveled. When he finally reached her rump, Alastor bit at the point where her tail connected with her ass, growling and chuckling to himself. "Don't ask me for it, then..." Alastor spoke with growls in his husky baritone voice, peering back up the length of Relm's body with smoldering eyes while he gave her a simple command, "...Show me you want it."

"Alastor Mendacium"