Allies with benefits

A delighted grin slowly crept its way across the dire wolf's maw when he heard that first humming murr come from the alphess beneath his massaging paws, taking her pleased sounds as the highest compliment he could receive. He uttered a low, rumbling chuckle deep in his chest while he listened to Briar's hums and groans, using them like waypoints to navigate his paws around her back, seeking out each spot of tension or tensed muscle and giving them focused, specialized attention before moving on to the next one. He felt Briar relax beneath his ministrations, her body turning to putty in his paws as he masterfully manipulated and worked each muscle in turn. He would only pause every so often to apply more of the body oil to his paws, rubbing the spiced scented lotion into her skin until her naturally delectable scent was accentuated with the fragrance of sweet cinnamon and spicy ginger. She smelled like a delicious baked good now, and it was getting difficult for the dire brute to gaze down over her long, svelte body without thinking of devouring her like one too.

The lower his paws worked, the more vocal Briar became with her sounds, her quiet groans growing in volume and frequency. Alastor raised an intrigued brow above a dark eye, his grin widening and shifting from pleased to predatory. She certainly wasn't making it any easier on him to keep his mind on track and off of some of the more compromising positions he had seen the Hallowed queen in before. Though he didn't see her embarrassed reaction to her own enjoyment, Alastor did feel Briar's body tense up for a fleeting moment before sinking back into relaxation again, drawing another chuckle from the dire brute. "Sounds like somebody's enjoying themselves," he teased her with playful jest, giving her sides a particularly good squeeze to punctuate his statement. Briar confirmed his hunch with her own words; what he was doing felt amazing. Alastor gave a rumbling laugh and beamed proudly. "Why thank you! I do enjoy spoiling my lady and making her feel good," he remarked, then leaned his larger form down over Briar's until his muzzle was near her ear, whispering in a husky, seductive purr, "All of my ladies..."

Just as Alastor was sitting back upright, Briar responded with a hint of shyness that she had enjoyed him massaging her lower back the best. With a quiet hum of attraction, Alastor grinned down at the tawny fae beneath him, letting those massive paws ever so slowly run down her back, following the natural curve of her spine to her waist. "You tell me how low you want me to go." With his simple instruction given, Alastor began to press and roll his giant paws into Briar's lower back again, letting his deadly claws extend just enough to knead carefully into her flesh, not enough to pierce her skin but enough for her to feel the gentle pull and tug against her muscles. Humming to himself again, Alastor kept ruby-tipped ears perked to catch every one of Briar's sounds and reactions. He didn't want to miss a single one while he unwound and relaxed the muscles of her lower back, just over her waist. After a few moments, his paws moved lower, strong paws working over and around her hips, just above her rump. Obsidian eyes shifted from his paws up to Briar's face, watching her expressions and reactions closely while he waited to see if she'd bid him go lower still. "Like this...?" he asked, a subtle tease and promise of more if all she did was ask and give herself over to him.

"Alastor Mendacium"