Ten Thousand Ways To Lose

Being with Relm like this was something akin to a full body high for the demon dire wolf, an experience that brought him rushing through dizzying waves of desire and euphoria. He fed off of her reactions like they sustained him, every sound and movement no matter how obvious or subtle sending spikes of hot lust impaling him through his core. He could let go of any inhibitions and restraints with Relm, much as he could with Manea. But whereas Manea often clashed back against him in an erotic and passionate way, Relm took all that he offered her, moving in harmony and unison so they worked in mutual exclusivity together to reach these heights of pleasure. It was a wholly different experience to what he knew in bed with Manea, one he craved just as much as he craved the familiarity of his mate's company.

While he proceeded with his oral work on her, Alastor drank up Relm's every reaction as if they were water in a parched desert. She was absolutely delicious to him, a rich and sumptuous treat he couldn't get enough of. Relm gently coaxed him to move with her as she shifted to lie on her side, getting more comfortable while Alastor devoured her like a starving carnivore. Red-tipped ears remained perked atop his head to catch every sound she made, listening to every satisfied sigh and breathless moan while he rolled his tongue against her, seeking out the points that elicited more of those noises from her. Massive black paws rubbed and stroked over Relm's hips and waist where he held her to his muzzle, low growls of lecherous delight rumbling from his lips against her flesh while he enjoyed her to the fullest, using her responses to his actions to guide himself and learn her body even more intimately. As she settled into this new form of pleasure, Alastor felt Relm push herself almost shyly into him, felt the gentle caress of her paws over his head, encouraging him on. The dire brute responded with a pleased growl and a renewed efforts of bringing her to wonderful, quivering climax.

If Relm had felt awkward during this coupling, Alastor hadn't been able to tell. Once the young woman had relaxed into his ministrations, she settled into a natural rhythm with him, just as she always did when they mated. She constantly impressed and amazed him with how well she adapted to this new relationship they'd forged together. That amazement was transmuted into affection and love, and likewise was used to spur the brute on as he pleasured Relm with his lips and tongue. He focused in on what got the best reactions from her, the most twitches and quivers, the best sighs and moans, then repeated over and over to wind her up just to force her to come undone for him. And come undone she did, quickly her first time as Alastor tasted her pleasure. Relm rode out that pleasure, but Alastor didn't stop. Large paws gripped tighter around her hips, refusing to release her as he kept going, losing himself in his own delights of bringing her this ecstasy. Again and again Alastor brought her to her peaks until Relm was no longer clutching desperately to his head between her thighs but instead trying to push herself away from his stimulating muzzle. A cheeky, naughty grin was plastered across Alastor's face when he finally relented, releasing his grip on Relm's hips just enough to slip away and look up at her with lust-drunk obsidian eyes, letting her watch while he licked his lips and murred at the flavor she left on them.

Their gazes met then, Alastor watching Relm bask in the aftershocks of the pleasure he'd given her. The fact that anyone walking by would have easily seen him going down on her didn't even register in his mind, so it was no surprise when Alastor began to move to wrap Relm back up in his arms there and then instead of moving them back into the den for privacy. He didn't give a fuck about the rest of the world at all. Drunk on love and lust for the pink fae in his arms, the only thing Al could think of was having her in every conceivable way possible. The Abraxas fae's silver eyes begged him wordlessly for more and the abyssal brute would answer her in turn. Sliding up to wrap his powerful forelegs around Relm's sides once more, Alastor grabbed Relm just above her womanly hips and pulled her taut to his body, rolling them so that she had ended up on top of him once more. It might have seemed strange for Alastor to show control by having Relm atop of him, but it quickly became apparent that he was still very much acting dominant even while on his back when his paws grabbed her hips and, with a bit of manhandling, he slid the young woman back down until she was straddled in his lap with their intimate parts pressing firmly together.

Alastor didn't give Relm much time to recover or realize what he was up to. The dire brute was focused solely on bringing them both back to soaring peaks and he would do just that. Flexing his paws to dig careful claws into her tender skin, Alastor shifted beneath Relm until he felt their bodies align. Then, with her completely off the ground and enveloped in his body, he pushed his hips up and sank into her with a deep baritone growl that faded off into a heavy, breathy groan. That first contact brought waves of relief crashing into him and made onyx eyes roll back behind dark eyelids, a blissful grin stretching its way across his face as their bodies joined completely. He would give them little time to relax, immediately starting to move and roll his hips into Relm's, building a rhythm with her that started at about a 5 and steadily began to work its way up to a 10. Relm had wanted new experiences; he'd given her one so far, and now he would give her another, showing her that even from his back he could still dominate her and rock her world.

"Alastor"