Tell Me Something So I'll Forget

In the heat of their passions together, Alastor gave himself over to Relm just as much as she relinquished herself to him. The motions of their bodies together were fluid and rhythmic, movements perfected by the length of their time spent together. They had learned one another intimately, inside and out, and it showed in how they handled one another. She gave him his free rein, allowing him to do with her as she wished, but this time Alastor did not seize control from her. He kept Relm atop of him, moving his hips up to meet hers in harmony with every push and grind. Giant ebony paws squeezed at her shapely hips, encouraging her as much as he was holding on to her to keep her from pulling away too far before they'd reached their ends. It was a silent message from Alastor to her—she had him as much as he had her. He wanted to have her like this, leading them to the peaks of their pleasure and to apexes even further beyond. Her paws grabbed onto him, and his gripped to her, cupping her rump and massaging the base of her tail. Pressure built, pleasure climbed, and in this heated nirvana they created together in the chilly northern tundra, the two achieved ecstasy together.

Alastor reached his climax at the same time Relm did, clinging to her while they rode waves and crashed into a blissful sea as one. He called out her name in a deep groan that echoed around the valley of the sound when he finished, stars exploding before his eyes. And then there was nothing but that floaty afterglow that always came after. The dire brute collapsed to his back, gasping and panting for breath while he held Relm close to him, afraid that if he were to let go even a little bit, she might disappear before his eyes. He wanted to hold onto this moment for as long as he could, to savor and cherish it and commit it to memory for all time. Their relationship had been a story of highs and lows, and he wanted this high to last for as long as it could. Here, in this peaceful interlude in the wake of their lovemaking, everything felt right again.

Obsidian eyes blinked open to gaze up at the pink fae straddling his lap, a euphoric grin on his muzzle as he stared at her with affection and love. Relm was so special to him, so dear... If only she could see herself the way he saw her. One paw ran slowly up over the curve of her hip to stroke her side, sharp claws extending to carefully comb through her plush fur. "Relm..." Alastor spoke her name in a breathy whisper, visibly appearing between them as a small cloud of humid breath in the cool air. Was this why she had wanted to bring him all the way out here? For a beautiful scenic backdrop to some wonderful makeup sex?

"Alastor"