Putting On A Show

Ironically, Alastor rather liked that their movements weren't perfect or rehearsed. It felt much more natural and true, their passion frantic and needy and unrestrained. It was quintessentially Relm and the dark dire adored every moment of it! She wasn't as nuanced as he was, but she was eager and he could work with that. Alastor guided Relm through their kissing, letting his tongue and lips direct hers and show her what to do, responding to her with soft growls and pleased sighs as they tasted from one another's maws. It was a heady and somewhat tantric experience and Alastor was loving it. Relm showed no resistance as he moved her, and the dire brute took it as an open invitation to continue to do as he pleased with her. She wouldn't ask him for it, he reminded himself, but she would surely show him if she didn't like something. So far, he hadn't come across any boundaries she hadn't been ready to cross. Relm was really growing up, and he was witnessing it all first hand in the hottest, most sensual way possible.

Just as he made Relm feel feminine and womanly, the pink-furred fae made him feel masculine and powerful. Sure, he was able to rough up Manea when he wanted to, but she nearly matched him in size. He wasn't able to manhandle her the way he could with Relm, able to get her situated and beneath him exactly the way they wanted while she looped all four of her legs around his body, wrapping herself around him like a robe and fitting herself to his form. Alastor couldn't know of Relm's attempts to seduce Merrick, or what she thought of their relationship, but he thoroughly enjoyed what they had. He enjoyed knowing Relm intimately like this, a true reflection of herself, and she likewise got to see parts of him only the rarest of wolves ever did. He had considered her special before, and perhaps it was corny to think that, but it was the gods' honest truth. Relm was dearly special to him.

Their mouths parted with a breathless gasp from both wolves, Alastor panting for breath, his hot exhales forming wispy clouds at the end of his muzzle in the cool northern air. Obsidian eyes gazed through heavy lids down at his Relm, watching the way she settled herself more comfortably against the dead elk. Relm touched him then, just gingerly grazing her paw pads over his forearms as if he were made of delicate sand and may crumble away if pressed too hard. It was very different from her, but Alastor wouldn't stop her. He was quite liking the gentle ministrations she was giving him. While she played with him, he brought his muzzle to her crown, sliding between her ears with gentle nibbles through her matching black fur. Relm shifted, and Alastor looked back just in time for his eyes to meet her argent gaze, seeing the heat blazing within those molten pools of silver. Her face was equally stained by the blood he'd had all over him during their making out. It was a gruesomely erotic sight that made Alastor's core clench hard.

Relm spoke in a heady tone, calling him hot and sending a tremor of lust straight down his spine to settle between his thighs in his growing arousal. The little grin on Alastor's lips stretched wider, but before he could reply, Relm stole his breath away as her paws flexed around his legs and she pulled him deep into her. Alastor's eyes screwed shut and his face contorted into a look of sheer ecstasy and shock, letting out a hissing groan as Relm's warmth surrounded him. His paws flexed, sending his claws tearing through the elk carcass on reflex, his body tensing in response to the abrupt surge of pleasure. "Fuck, Relm!" he grunted beneath heavy breaths, smiling wide while gasping for breath. He met her gaze again with a lecherous chuckle. "Says the girl who just pulled me balls deep into her." If Relm thought he was so hot, she had no idea what she was like in these moments then! She clearly had a certain desire on her mind, and Alastor would waste no time giving her what she needed.

One paw gripping the elk for stability, he let his other massive paw rub down Relm's taut stomach and dip between their legs, gently toying at where their bodies were joined before he looped that same paw around her hip and grabbed her rump. He braced his hind legs and drew his hips back, gritting his teeth and snarling with the primal pleasure that filled him. He began steady and strong, rolling his hips into Relm's to warm them up. Once he had gotten his rhythm going, Alastor kicked their fucking up another level, driving himself hard and deep as he had his way with the young Abraxas woman. Siam claws dug into her skin, helping hold her and pull her back into his driving hips, every thrust plowing her into the elk that had become their mattress. He would be rougher with her, oh yes he would if she showed signs of wanting it! For now he was enjoying watching her body slide back and forth beneath him, perched atop their kill like a beautiful pink queen, giving him an expression that made parts of him ache in all the best kinds of ways.

"Alastor"