Putting On A Show

It was like Relm had three very strict and bold personalities. One where she was anxious wanting to go unseen around the pack, one when she was hunting or patrolling and needed to get a job done, and then there was when she was with Alastor. Nothing really faded together, it was almost like a switch flicking in her head. Maybe there was a part of her that wanted to be like this all the time. There was a sense of freedom, of not worrying about what Alastor thought of her and just being able to take things as they came. Alastor was teaching her and allowing her ways and not feel wrong or embarrassed, but she saw him as more than that too. He meant something to her as she did to him. She couldn’t imagine a life any other way.

She was completely bending to him, more than the first time they had clear mindedly been together. She was completely beyond comfortable between his claws, in his care. Regardless of the rough nature they both shared, blood lusted or not. Relm could honestly never get enough from him physically, it would be more than what was possible.

Her responsive pleasurable sounds were nothing new to him. She bit her lip through a humored grin that urged her on and he just kept confirming everything she wanted to believe. At least in Alastor’s eyes she was desirable, that was enough for her. Her less threatening claws dug what they could around his ribs driving him into her while she allowed him to continue his control over her. They always flowed nicely together like this, as inexperienced as she may have seemed there was never any fault or tension in this level of intimacy. Boundaries were laughable, there was nothing she wouldn’t do under the discretion of Alastor.

While what they shared right now was a lot more hostile and instinctive Relm still felt that tethered attachment to him and it was no different than other more delicate moments they may have shared. It was what allowed her to come this far. She responded generously as he pounded her into the bones of the bleeding elk and could never ask him to stop at any moment. Her gaze mostly remained down between their bodies and mingled fur only imagining what was happening below. She still glanced up at him from time to time though, the lustful heat in her silver gaze burning and urging him in every way he may have needed.

Swiftly in one straight motion her paws ran between their chests and hooked back over his shoulders, stopping him abruptly if she could but wouldn’t struggle with him. Her half lidded eyes and breathless lips would meet him either way, "I want you to hurt me, Alastor." It was not a foreign request from her. She was already branded by him but she couldn’t let the idea of bleeding between his claws or jaws slip her mind. Her cheek turned just slightly towards him allowing him access to any part of her that he wanted. Her slitted gaze hot and tempting waiting to see what his choice would be.

"Relm"