Ten Thousand Ways To Lose

Relm had made tremendous strides in growing more comfortable within her own body in romantically charged situations like this one, the dire brute noted. When Alastor had first taken her in his maddened rage state, she still flinched from nearly every touch, still grew cold and hard at the closeness of another. Now, wrapped up in his arms with his tongue roaming her maw, Alastor felt no stiffness nor lifelessness. Relm was warm, malleable, moving easily to match his rhythms with her own. Together the two wolves fed their lusts from one another, perfect mimics of one another's innermost baser desires. Perhaps in another life, another timeline, Relm would have been his and wholly his, the way that she wanted to be. But little did the pink and onyx fae know, Alastor was also harboring those deeper desires that he did his best to ignore. He loved Manea with all his heart and soul, cherished the family they had built together, but a deeper part of himself still fantasized about the impossible. He thought of her as his and only his, the two spending their days roaming the world or settling down somewhere in the forest, tangled up in one another every chance they got until she bore him black and red and pink pups. They would build a family, watch it grow and expand it every year. The life he was already leading, essentially, but with a twist. Fun to imagine, but never to be.

Just as Relm bent to his will and gave herself over to his every whim, Alastor was a slave to Relm's lusts and desires. Whatever she wanted of him, he would give her. If she wanted him wild and dominant, she would have him. If she wanted him tender and passionate, she would have him. If she wished to be on top and dominate him, she would also have him then. Relm was like a drug to him, getting him high on every contact, one he could not and did not want to wean himself off of. He adored their time together, no matter how restricted it might be, and took all he could get from the young woman. Alastor gazed deeply into Relm's argent eyes while they both gasped for breath, seeing the electricity shimmering within them that he felt between their bodies, like a live wire sparking with violent life. Relm made him feel alive like seldom few other wolves could. Relm's paws roamed down his chest, her paw pads leaving warm static on his skin in their wake wherever she touched him. The dire brute slid his paw from Relm's cheek down the side of her neck, deadly siam claws extended to ever so delicately comb through her fur and just barely prick at her skin with the tips. He slid his paw down Relm's shoulder, snaking the powerful limb across her back to drape around her sides and pull her body taut to his side. No matter how close he got to Relm, it never felt like enough for Alastor.

Amidst his advances, Relm declared that she would always want him. Alastor gave a little tilt to his head while he lost himself in the silvery depths of her eyes, considering her words. She would always want him, and he would always want her. Always, in all ways. A possessive growl rumbled low in Alastor's chest, not threatening, but assertive of his desires over the young fae. His paw flexed, groping at her hip while he held her in his strong embrace. "I will always want you, Relm," he replied in husky, lust-ragged tones. "You are mine. My Relm, always my Relm." Alastor brought his muzzle back to hers, placing a tender kiss of affection to the end of her nose before he flicked his tongue at her lips. Obsidian eyes flashed mischievously as he gave her a little playful grin. "Show me how much you want me." It was a bit of a challenge and a bit of a game. Alastor wanted to see what Relm would do if given dominion over him. Together, they could pretend they were the only wolves in the world. Relm wanted to be Manea, so he would let her get a taste of what that was like. The only question was whether she would take him up on his offer. Would she claim him as he had done to her?

"Alastor"