Why Mess Up A Good Thing

Together the two wolves' bodies danced a delicious and intense tango together made of subtle bumping and grinding movements, each one made drawing a sound or reaction from the other. The den was filled with the sighs, whines, moans, grunts, groans, and growls of the coupling wolves, their noises echoing about them and reaching to the world outside. Alastor didn't care. In this moment, there was nothing else besides Relm. There was no den, no island just outside, no Elysium, no world. It was just him and her, locked in the passionate embrace of one another while they sought their desires and satiated one another's hungers and appetites, a blending of their kindred and forlorn souls. This was the ultimate way Alastor could show just how much he cared for Relm, just as this was Relm's way of communicating how deeply she felt for the dire brute. Much like the silent body language was their own, this too was their special way of connecting, communicating, and coming alive. Below her, Alastor supported Relm in everything, giving her the freedom and the means to do as she pleased while collaborating in an intensely passionate way with her. Above him, Relm was a beautiful and free creature come to life before his eyes, showcasing just who she truly could be when given what she desperately needed all along: succor, confidence, and liberty.

Just as Relm wasn't doing anything to restrain herself, neither was Alastor. While Relm sang to him in the form of heady, breathy sighs and moans, Alastor serenaded her with masculine grunts and moaning breaths, his muzzle directly beside the pink fae's ear so she could regale in every sound she coaxed from her brute. At one point, Alastor knew he'd struck something good within Relm by the higher cries she made, stretching his grin even wider as he made a habit to memorize and repeat movements she enjoyed like that. Together they learned one another's bodies, finding what the other liked and loved, what worked best, and what made Relm make those absolutely adorable sounds and faces! Her face returned to the crook of his neck—and then Al felt the sting of teeth in his flesh. A sharp hiss of sweet pain slipped from between clenched jaws, siam claws flexing to grip into her flesh on reflex. Relm had bit the side of his neck to muffle herself, her cries now uttered against his throat in an erotic manner.

A rich, deep groan rumbled in Alastor's chest while he pressed himself harder into Relm, his paws winding around her back and waist while hers entwined his broad shoulders. Their motions together became stronger, harder, more desperate as they sought to bring release to the other, reveling in the hotter and more intense pleasure, somehow even better than their mating at the lake had been. With her body, Alastor could feel Relm begging him to keep going, whining for him to let go. Oh, and let go he did. Between her gyrating hips and his rolling thrusts, Alastor was quickly finding his plateau. Pushing his body to hers with a deeper moaning growl, Alastor dug his claws into Relm's back just between her shoulders, reaching up to hold her entwined in his strong forelegs and pulled down to his muscular chest, his other foreleg wrapped around her waist to help guide her rolling hips, but still letting Relm lead their actions from beginning to end. He wanted to bring Relm crashing into the apex of their perfect moment together, moving his hips to hers in every way he found she liked, wanting to hear her cry out with total satisfaction with him. A few moments more was all Alastor was able to hold out, however, and he found his peak of pleasure with a loud and satisfied moan, clutching Relm's body and pulling her hips flush to his as he trembled with his release. Black eyes rolled back and toes curled, the brute drowning in a whirlpool of ecstasy with her, refusing to let her go until she reached her own climax and met him in pleasured nirvana.

"Alastor Mendacium"