Why Mess Up A Good Thing

It was Relm's reactions to his every touch, his words, his inflections and his intentions that Alastor adored the most about how the two wolves interacted. Maybe it was because Relm was as much an introvert with her true emotions and thoughts as he was that he appreciated being able to read her body language. It was how they communicated; an art form which they understood innately within one another where others failed to recognize. It wasn't exclusively theirs, but it sure as hell felt that way when they were the only ones in Elysium who could read one another like that. It was quite fun, and almost felt a little scandalous, knowing they had a secret language all their own of sorts. So many others saw Relm was bizarre or strange, including his own wife. Alastor saw her for the way she truly was. He understood how to connect and communicate with her, just as she understood with him. They were two souls born of different circumstances existing on the same page seemingly by themselves. He loved Manea, loved everything she was and all she did for him, but she came from a life wholly different from him. She would never know Alastor the way Relm could.

While Alastor teased along Relm's backside towards her shapely ass, he felt her shoulder bump playfully into his hip, catching the dark brute by surprise. He peered back down the lengths of their bodies to her with a roguish smirk and a quirked eyebrow, catching the smallest of smiles on her lips while she leaned her body into his. Their coats mingled, unique pink blending with abyssal ebony, and Alastor felt the warmth of her against him for all of a second while she nipped at his thigh, coaxing a delighted little rumbling growl from the brute before she began to herd him back towards her den. The demented wolf needed no further encouragement—though he'd never turn down more! He would have been equally as happy messing around and fucking Relm out in the open, feeling no need for privacy either, but he recognized that Relm wanted to explore and play in her own way today. Always happy to learn and grow with her, Alastor eagerly followed her directions and made his way into the den, walking a bit stiffly with some new arousal hindering his movement. As they stepped into her den, Alastor couldn't resist giving Relm's rump a playful smack with his flowing tail, shooting her an innocent grin and lecherous eyes as he did.

Once inside, Alastor instantly noted just how intimate the shift of environment had been. It was reminiscent of their time by the lake in the summer. While he found it equal parts fun and arousing to fuck out where others could see them, there was something to be said about the intimacy of the privacy they shared. It was like they were the only ones in the world now—just like it had been that warm summer night. No one else, just them, giving themselves to one another. Now would come the encore which would bring life to a whole new world for the two kindred spirits. Alastor felt Relm's teeth nip at his lower ribs, right along his side by his lower stomach and groin, sending a surge of heat to settle between his thighs. She was guiding him, and he gave himself willingly to her.

With her paw upon his side, the dire brute's massive body slid easily to the ground, muscles rippling beneath fur for her to feel while he repositioned himself on his back, hind legs falling open with forepaws curled to his chest, letting Relm feast her eyes upon every inch of him from head to tail, and every part of his male anatomy in between. She was now one of only two wolves that had ever gotten him onto his back like this, and though he didn't say it out loud, he hoped the eager fire smoldering in his obsidian eyes and the sly grin on his face let her know just how special she was to be in this position. He didn't say anything; there was no need for him to. The wolves spoke with their body language, communicating in their distinctive way. With an inviting growl, Alastor gave a playful wiggle on the ground, flexing his paws out to stretch his muscles, perhaps trying to tease Relm a little more with a come hither look, eager to see what the sultry young fae had in store for their playtime and lessons today.

"Alastor Mendacium"