Ten Thousand Ways To Lose

With Relm's body resting on top of his and her paws kneading at the broad muscles of his chest, Alastor felt alive and entirely consumed by the fire that burned for his lover. She had done nothing to resist him, not that he had expected her to, and gone easily along with his guiding motions. Watching her every reaction, savoring the way her pretty face twisted and contorted with every sigh and gasp he pulled from her was like the headiest of aphrodisiacs he had known. There was something about getting to manhandle the pretty fae, getting to feel the pleasures of their bodies moving in harmony and against one another, getting to watch her writhe and roll as she rode out her desires and delights atop of him and in his lap that made the dark dire brute feel powerful and manly. A wide, toothy grin split his ebony lips, smoldering obsidian eyes never leaving Relm's gorgeous face while he reveled in all the things he did to her. This right here was right where he wanted to be the most.

Together the two wolves made a symphony of carnal sounds together there in the mouth of Relm's den, a harmony of sighs and grunts, gasps and moans while they savored the passions of one another's bodies. While her claws played gently through the fur on his chest, Alastor's massive paws groped over her hips and ass, his razor-like claws gliding the smooth edges of each claw along her smooth, supple skin. Every thrust and roll of their hips together caused fire to explode within his belly, radiating out to every inch of him like the pulsing core of a nuclear reactor ready to meltdown. When she leaned her body down over his to bring her muzzle to pepper his cheek and face in gentle nibbles, Alastor cut himself loose and let the animal in him go for Relm. The dire brute brought one huge paw up to the back of Relm's head, cradling her against his body while he continued those strong bucks of his hips that rocked her body back and forth atop of him like he was a bull trying to throw her off, his heavy breathing punctuated with barely contained growls of animalistic lust and primal love.

Sharp claws caught her scruff, aiming to give her head an insistent yet careful tug to pull her head back, looking to expose her throat to him so he could lean his muzzle in and wrap his jaws around her vulnerable throat. If she relented, Alastor would reward Relm by pulling her hips hard to his and giving a few firm rolls to grind himself into her. He wanted to feel Relm quiver on top of him, to watch and feel her come undone for him. Alastor wouldn't be satisfied until he'd left Relm twitching and spent and in a state of total sexual bliss.

"Alastor"