The Gift

As Alastor became more feral and more intense, Relm returned the favor. There was a deep rumbling in the back of her throat and chest but it was overlapped by her loud and responsive pleasurable cries and noises as Alastor continued on. Everything drove right down to the heart of her emotional connection and feelings for him, every time they were together felt different and new to her and she never knew how wonderfully she could feel physically. He gave this to her.

Every touch on her was turned up to a thousand with every way he handled her combined, a stark difference than the first time she had asked him to touch her and who knew it would lead to this. They were blended nearly into one with the way he held onto her, and she could feel every part of his massive frame and size through every part of her. Regardless of how brutal and aggressive their time together was, it made her feel safe and loved, none of it was a trick of her summer heat.

Not that he needed to assert that forceful nature as he pulled her head back and reached around to her throat, but it was just everything she wanted. She grit her teeth and rumbled again in his paws as he rode out that beautiful, fierce end. Knowing that she could do this for him, with the added bonus that she loved every second of it, it was what really made her feel complete. Like she was desired. Because otherwise she felt like she didn't really have any other good purpose in her life. Alastor may have seen her as more, but she'd never have exactly what she wanted with him to give her that whole, prefect picture.

She'd fall down onto the bed of her furs as Alastor released her, about to take that relieving, breathless moment imagining that he'd lay down to join her too. She would not expect what else more that stayed in his mind or at least so soon. She twitched as his paw came down on her rump, looking over her shoulder with a quiet panting smile back at him. In no way unsatisfied, but once he turned the tables and stuck into her it was instinct for her to hold her breath and eventually tense up in a pain response. She did yelp out as his claws dragged deeply over her hind quarters, but she wasn't pushing him off and away from her. After receiving both of their natural highs it wasn't quite the same than if he were actively riding her but once he rolled her over and she looked back up at the way he looked down at her, she went straight back into those lustful intents.

She was surprised all the while still eager to not stop what he wanted and what she forever craved too. He was met with deeper, more than satisfied grunts and moans as he continued on. Her eyes looking up at his familiar dark eyes and desires as she kept playing her part in the show she gave him. Her paw quickly reached down to hook around his bloodied one, attempting to direct him across her body and pushing it down into the side of her neck and downwards of her chest. She liked to believed that neither of them would be completely satisfied until she was beaten and bloody under him.

"Relm"