Putting On A Show

Watching as Relm writhed and roiled through her orgasm was an intensely erotic and entertaining show for the demon brute to bear witness to. In those moments of her release, Relm was showing her true and unrestrained self to him. She was wild, she was animated, she was beautiful, her strangled sounds of pleasure as she finished sounding like music to his ears. He felt all of her, relishing in their shared passion in that moment while their bodies worked together in this blissful, perfect union to bring them both the greatest satisfaction a man and woman could attain. And then, as quickly as they'd burned together, they were both collapsing and coming down from their high into their mutual afterglow together. Alastor listened to Relm's labored breaths once he released her throat, giving quiet purr-like growls deep in his throat while he caressed and cradled her body to his, refusing to let her go. She was his in this moment, completely and totally his, and in turn he was hers, enveloped fully by her. Dark onyx eyes sought out her stunning silver, meeting as her gaze drifted up from where their bodies were still conjoined as she basked in the post-coital bliss. Relm was so beautiful to the pleasure-drunk brute while he continued to handle her as if she belonged to him, a wide and satisfied grin mirroring her own on his muzzle.

As she reclined into the elk and rested on his forearm, Alastor let his blocky skull flop to the still warm corpse of the elk beneath them, using it as a pillow while he panted to catch his breath and stared happily back into her gaze as she studied his face, each exhale coming out in thick clouds of humidity on the cold air. Each breath was a heated breath Relm had stirred din him and drawn from him. Gods, he could spend all day wrapped up in her like this! In fact, he was oh so very tempted to just say fuck it to the hunt and scoop up Relm, find a nice little cozy cave in the nearby mountains, and bed her down for the rest of the day, losing himself and spilling within her over and over until they were both completely and utterly spent, only to fall asleep tangled up in one another and resume their antics all over again when they awoke. Ah, what a magnificent way to spend the day...! But as it were, reality had different plans for them. They still had responsibilities to tend to, and they still had an elk to get back home. Alastor gave a heavy sigh as the realization dawned on him at about the same time as it did on her. "We have to get this big fucking thing back to Elysium..." he groaned under his breath, his paws idly groping and massaging over any and every part of Relm he could reach.

"Alastor"