By the time Relm made it to the island she was a lot more sturdy on her paws and in better physical condition than she had been just a short while ago. She was still sore from getting roughed around, but she had seemingly walked it off at least until she would go lay down for the night somewhere. The wounds to her scruff and neck were much more bothersome or at least to her.

She ventured inland towards the lake under the moon and then towards the caves Alastor was staying in with his family. She stayed outside for what felt like forever because she didn't want to wake or bother him. She had never had injuries bad like this before so finding a healer was never on her mind while she was a full loner. Finally she let out a gentle and quiet whine for him before speaking his name, "Alastor?" and waited while biting her lip almost ready to run in the other direction if he didn't come very soon.

"Relm"

The pups had been put to bed and Alastor was enjoying the quiet stillness of the night, unwinding from a long day of packing to travel. Most of the Mendacium family's personal effects had already been packed up in the wagon in preparation for leaving and Manea had gone to make sure the rest of her family was set to go at a moment's notice as well. That just left him and his wife's lady servant alone in the den. Alastor watched her with bored obsidian eyes, considering using her for some entertainment just to pass the time, when a soft, urgent whine from the mouth of the cave caught his attention. The dark-furred brute's head snapped in the direction of the entrance, hearing his name called by a familiar voice. "Relm?" he called back, rising to his paws and moving to see what was wrong.

As soon as he emerged from the cave, he smelled her. Relm had hit her first heat season and was reeking strongly of pheromones, His fur bristled slightly and the animal inside his brain stirred, but he kept it held down well within chains of self-control. He looked her over quickly, concern gradually growing on his hard features when he noticed the bite marks and blood—amongst other fluids on her. Beneath her scent was the smell of another brute, one he didn't recognize, and it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. "What happened?" he asked, then narrowed his gaze with a flash of fangs as he immediately followed it up with, "Where is he?" He would tear the motherfucker who hurt her limb from limb and feed him his own entrails. But first, there was a more pressing issue at hand. Relm had been fucked while she was in heat. "Irilyth," Alastor called back into the den, "bring your supplies out here."


"Alastor"

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As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.
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For the most part, Irilyth’s days were spent preparing for the band’s move and taking care of the Mendacium twins. Never in all her life would she have expected to be a babysitter to a noble family, but she supposed it could have always been worse. She could have been dead. Manea kept her fed and cared for, and Alastor offered her a degree of protection when he wasn’t bored and having his way with her. She’d certainly had worse deals in her time, that was for sure. Tonight, the golden blonde fae was finishing packing up the last of her herbs and medical tools. The children were asleep and Manea was with her family, leaving her to her own work while Alastor watched over them.

The bland monotony of the quiet evening was interrupted by a summons for Alastor from someone at the door. The giant brute rose to go see what it was, and then a few moments later he was calling for her to bring her medical supplies. Not wanting to keep her Master waiting, Irilyth snatched up the satchel she’d been packing and hurried out the entrance. There was another young woman there, clawed and bitten, covered in blood and… a quick sniff confirmed her suspicions. Had the poor dear been raped? "Oh, dear…" she murmured while she began to rifle through her satchel for the needed medicines. Contraceptives would be needed for sure, and potent ones given the girl was in her heat season.

"Irilyth"

Alastor emerged from the den and Relm had hoped she didn't disturb his family or wife but it seemed they weren't here right now. When he had asked her what happened, but didn't need a response from her to know, she drew back from him, tucking her tail as if that would help mask the scent of her heat and the sex.

"I'm fine, It's fine, I..." Relm was more mature beyond her years, but she almost sounded like a teenage girl protecting a forbidden lover. That was not the case though, but she was not going to tell Alastor details of what exactly happened and how she felt about it.

When the healer came out at Alastor's command, Relm found it hard to look at either her or Alastor though, that was more because of Alastor's presence. She almost mumbled in a quiet voice towards her, "I just a need something... for..." She was wholly ignoring her physical wounds and more worried about bearing children that she certainly didn't want or wasn’t ready for. That's all she asked for.

"Relm"

Alastor grumbled beneath his breath when Relm tried to insist that she was fine. In his eyes, she very clearly was not fine, covered in bites and slashes and blood and semen. Then again, maybe she just had a very fun night with some lucky guy and was feeling a bit ashamed of it. Elysium was a sex positive group, so she had no reason to fear judgment from anyone, but he did worry that she was trying to come across as tough and fine when she was actually hiding something. He didn’t get a chance to protest or push the issue though, as Irilyth showed up then to tend to Relm. Alastor was quiet while he let the healer work, averting his eyes to give the ladies some privacy while he let the anger slowly burn away and he tried his best to remember to not breathe through his nose. He didn’t need to tempt his violent impulsive side with Relm.


"Alastor"

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The girl appeared anxious and embarrassed as Irilyth looked her over. The poor dear had either been assaulted or was deeply afraid of he consequences that might follow. Any sort of sexual activity while in heat was exceptionally risky for a fae, she knew, and she couldn’t blame Relm’s anxiety around the matter. Being saddled with unwanted children was a fate she wouldn’t wish upon anyone. After digging through her bag for a moment, Irilyth produced a vial of Queen Anne’s lace extract. She swirled the vial of clear liquid with some of the iconic delicate white buds steeped at the bottom until they began to twist in a mini cyclone in the bottle. Then she removed the stopper and passed the vial to Relm.

"Drink this. I’m afraid the flavor won’t be very good." Ideally, Relm should have been on contraceptives preemptively at the start of her heat. That would have been much more effective than trying to counter the possibilities of pregnancy after the fact, but they didn’t have that luxury this time. The extract would be potent and should do its job though. "You might experience some cramping or an upset stomach, but it will do what it’s supposed to," Irilyth explained. "If it becomes to uncomfortable, I can give you some agrimony to ease the side effects. "

"Irilyth"

Alastor was completely right, Relm was acting like she was tough and fine. It was nothing new to her, she had acted her whole life. But she was also tough and fine because she couldn't act any other way. She wanted what the brute gave her, but not all of it. She asked for it out of curiosity but fought with herself the entire time. She was on a balance beam of regret or not, but she wouldn't open up those feelings to Alastor or to anyone. She was more reserved than that, she kept her whole life private from the rest of them.

Relm's lip pulled up as she smelled the mixture that Irilyth gave her, but nonetheless swallowed it down in a hard gulp. She had instructed after care for that matter, and that was all Relm felt like she needed. She was certainly not taking advantage of what Alastor and the band had to offer her, she felt bad doing so. With a nod of her head she turned away to bathe off in the lake so she could rinse the blood from her coat and wounds.

"Relm"

The diagnosing and prescribing of emergency birth control was done quickly and without incident, something Alastor was grateful to Irilyth for. The tiny lady had proven she was a capable healer and a worthy find by his wife. While the blonde fae explained the possible side effects and expectations of the medicine Relm had taken, Alastor breathed a sigh of relief. At least Relm wouldn't need to worry about carrying a stranger's children, nor the inevitable culling Manea would make her go through if she had gotten pregnant. "Good work," he said in low, rough tones to Irilyth. A shift of movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention and he saw Relm trying to leave. "You're not done yet," he barked to Relm, turning expectant eyes back to Irilyth. "Make sure her injuries are fine before you let her go. Then she can go bathe and sleep." Alastor rose to his paws, giving a nod to Relm as he turned back to the den and slipped inside, giving the ladies their privacy.

- exit Alastor -


"Alastor"

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As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.
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Irilyth made sure Relm took the emergency contraceptive despite the grimace she pulled when she took a tentative sniff of the decoction. Yes, she knew it would not be pleasant, but it would be a far cry better than enduring an unwanted pregnancy or putting her body through an abortion. The sandy blonde fae breathed a sigh of relief along with Alastor when Relm drank the tincture, taking the empty vial back from Relm and stashing it in her satchel once more. She hadn't noticed her patient trying to scurry off until Alastor barked an order at her to stay, causing Irilyth to glance uo in alarm. "Yes, sir," she responded meekly to Alastor's command, fishing about in her supplies to pull out a soft cloth and a small bottle of antiseptic she'd scavenged from some ruins. Dabbing the cloth with the antiseptic, Irilyth approached Relm with some timidity, glancing up at the larger lady with an apologetic expression. "Forgive me, this will sting."

Not waiting for Relm to try to resist her or Alastor, Irilyth leaned in and gently dabbed at the bleeding bites around her neck, cleaning them of the blood and disinfecting them in the same move. None of the bites were especially deep and would heal on their own given time. Likewise, the scratches and slashes on her sides were mostly superficial, but she cleaned those as well. Relm would not require stitches, just to make sure infection was staved off. For the girl's own privacy and pride, Irilyth didn't attempt to probe at her lower regions. Alastor had slunk off, leaving them alone so she could conduct her work. "Your wounds will be fine with time. If you have any other... um, pain or discomfort anywhere... you can find me on your own time. I won't delay you from cleaning up any longer." Dipping her head to Relm in a polite bow, Irilyth gathered up her supplies once more and followed Alastor back into the cave, fearful of her Master's reprisal if she dallied.

- exit Irilyth -

"Irilyth"