Why Mess Up A Good Thing

The physical pleasures she could feel from Alastor were undeniable, and sensations she never knew she could feel. His dire body, the way he traced along her own, the way he looked at her, everything was just sending her to a whole other realm. They had the privacy of her den, but for these moments to her it felt like it was only them and nothing else. She was completely surrounded by the sight of him, the scent, the feel. She felt so deeply for Alastor for what he had done for her, and as time went on she had noticed that deeper meaning of their own twisted and wicked lives even if she hadn't understood it right now the way he did. But if Alastor could show the care and feelings he had for such a strange and outcast girl, as she believed everyone else looked at her, there was nothing more he could give her. Everything was perfect just like this. In these moments she would let the badgering worry of Manea, or any other social anxieties go. It couldn't be more obvious just how free she was.

Her pleasurable sounds were a lot more heady sighs and contained moans, not to stay quiet but really just distinctive of her own nature. Everything had changed though as Alastor took not all, but more control, more suggestive actions with his trailing paws grabbing her over her rump and driving her impossibly more in to him. With the curve in her spine and in what felt like just the right angle, her eyes shut tight as her cries flew high around the den and no doubt outside too; she couldn't help it. Her teeth went to sink into the side of his neck close to his face, muffling the newfound sounds of her pleasure not that there was anything to hide.

Her paws wrapped tightly around his shoulders, her entire body tensing to the heat of her moment somehow new and somehow better than their last time at the lake, physically that was. Her body smashed against his, meeting him right in the middle like it could never be enough, but oh it was. Relm not so silently egged him on, the sounds of her whines and the intensity of her movements begged him to let go. She'd stay just the same as they started their intimate dance together, with only their physical and psychological communication unless he asked it of her. She'd have no problem singing her needs back to him, though it already sounded that way. His overly satisfied release was all she needed to fit that last hanging piece of beauty and desire into her own self esteem. Their combined pleasurable noises, their intense and eager motions, the heat of desire and emotions for each other, what they made together was beautiful.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu