Ten Thousand Ways To Lose

With Alastor's own heated grin and gaze, Relm couldn't help but throw him her own smirk through the catch of her breath. A face only he would be able to catch. So different than when he found her here at her den.

Her eyes followed him as he moved upwards on her, her own paws carefully working their way around his barrel as she moved to tempt him on. He wouldn't need that. She fell easily into his control, even helping him along the way as he rolled her up on top of him and slid her right where she fit into his hips. There was only a moment that she had readjusted her paws over his chest and looked down into his eyes with just the most pleasant glitter in them as she soaked in everything he gave and experienced with her.

She took a sharp, and relieving breath when he pricked into her skin as if in preparation, and expecting what he was about to do to her. It was a physical filled desire, feeling different this time from their experience together just a moment before but what made her melt into him was the sound of his own building relief through her ears. It gave her the most bliss knowing what she could do to him. She fell easily into his movements, and his silent control. It was everything she wanted in these moments. Her gentle claws clung close to the skin of his chest, and her muzzle dropped down towards his cheek where he could hear every one of her subtle and meaningful sensual noises seeking careful and tight nibbles in response to his thrusts into her.

"Relm"