Why Mess Up A Good Thing

From his position on his back, the dire brute was afforded an excellent view as the ebony and pink fae stood over him, her paws set on either side of his hips while she took the time to savor all of him. The way Relm was looking at him was wholly foreign to the young woman, but not unfamiliar to Alastor. It was much the same way Manea would look at him when she was horny—but there was something more to Relm's gaze. Something eager, fervid, ambitious. Maybe it was because she had never looked at another man the way she was looking at him now, that enthusiasm that showed in her molten silver eyes seemed all the more intense to Alastor. The grin on his lips grew a touch, and the dark brute gave another languid stretch of his body for her viewing pleasure. Though his fur no longer clung to his muscles quite so defined, there could be no denying the power involved in every move his body made. Alastor had been bred and sculpted to be powerful in all regards: for fighting, for hunting, for fucking. Though far from vain, his gladiatorial physique was something he had always been proud of, as it was one of the few things he had that was distinctly his, and no one could take it from him. Plus he saw the pleasures it brought the ladies he cared about.

Alastor kept his jet black gaze held to her argent irises, the intense heat of wanton desire burning in those inky depths. He held nothing back from Relm, just as she held nothing back from him. He gazed at her with all the pride and desire of a lover, enjoying being hers just as she was making herself his. It didn't matter for how long—a handful of blissful minutes or the rest of his years—he wanted Relm to see how much he enjoyed their time together, how much she meant to him, and just what sorts of emotions and reactions she was eliciting in him physically and mentally. Ever so slowly, Relm lowered her muzzle to his stomach, and with the first ginger touch of her lips and fangs against his warm belly skin began their coupling. The dire brute's breath caught in his throat in a sharp gasp, stomach muscles clenching and relaxing rhythmically beneath her every nibble through his long fur. He felt her strong forelegs hook around his hips, holding him to her until he felt the softness of her chest fur brushing over his arousal. His jaw clenched, grin hardening while he stifled a quiet groan and shuddered from head to tail from the sudden bursts of pleasure her every motion against his male parts brought to him. The heat in his core grew hotter with each passing second, driving him into blissful insanity while she teased and tormented him like she'd been made to do exactly this. Alastor was experiencing a whole new side to Relm and he was loving it!

Relm moved again, working her way slowly up his body with nibbling muzzle. As she leisurely pulled her body up along his, she dragged herself against his arousal, drawing more barely contained groans and heavy breaths from the monstrous wolf, his hind legs stretching and toes splaying while his tail of ebony silk swished and wagged in an eager display beneath them. Gods, did Relm realize what she was doing to him? She had to feel the effects she was having on him at the very least! The realization that yes, she probably knew exactly what she was doing to him and continued to do so made his gut clench hard with need, his body thrumming with desire. By the time she had herself fully above him wit their chests pressed together, Alastor was aching for Relm. While she settled over top of him and wrapped her long forelegs around his neck and shoulders, Alastor brought his own massive paws up around the natural feminine curves of her sides, settling just above her waist while he gazed up at her, his breathing turned heated and shallow. Just as she hoped, Alastor had no intentions of being a passive partner in their fucking. Relm might have had the dominance over him right now, but that didn't mean Alastor wasn't going to play along with her!

Giant paws splayed wide to grip at Relm's supple flesh with extended claws, gingerly pricking and groping at her skin around her waist and hips while she lay with their chests pressed together, her face so close to his he could practically taste her breath. She looked between them, and then those burning silver eyes returned to his. Alastor saw the eagerness and excitement in her gaze up close, all the emotion contained within that she couldn't say. His own dark eyes which many missed seeing the flickers of emotion in like phantoms in the night were equally as heated and eager for her, reflecting his own unique brand of love for the young woman. After their time at the lake, this was indeed different on both of their ends. This wasn't some quick fuck to fulfill a need. This was a deep, hotly intense desire to bring Relm pleasure and satisfy her. Had he not known of her dislike for kissing, he would have done so then and there. Instead, Alastor just let himself drown in those silver pools that seemed to shimmer in the low light of her den—until he felt Relm's body shift and he felt the heat of her intimate flesh against his.

Alastor sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, paws flexing to grip harder at her hips while his own wiggled and bucked with need up against hers, trying to find purchase where he couldn't quite get to yet. Relm was so tantalizingly close and yet so infuriatingly far away still. A low, needy growl rumbled deep in the brute's chest; no doubt she'd be able to feel it reverberate against her with they way they were lying. He wanted Relm, he needed Relm. Another roll of his hips towards hers did little but push himself against her, sliding near but not into his target. He groaned and growled again, paws gently tugging at Relm's hips in a silent urging for her, both loving her teasing and feeling his sanity being tugged apart by her in the most delicious of ways. Relm was still learning—but gods damn, was she a quick study!

"Alastor Mendacium"