Over the last few days or maybe it had been longer than that, Relm had fallen back into old routines in an effort to avoid Alastor again. There was nothing to hint as to why, but of course she knew what was festering deep inside. She didn't want to bother him, but even more didn't want to consider her own emotions. It was easier just to divert and move around them, in turn not wanting to face Alastor again.

She had been walking the edge of the lake coming back from a patrol, moving in closer to the main areas of the island when she had looked up to see Alastor in the short distance. They had looked right at each other, maybe even eye contact and only frozen for a second or two before she pulled her head and gaze away from him awkwardly to turn and swerve away, heading out towards the forests and making her way around a longer path to get back to her den. She had made it to the mountain face and wasn't sure if he had followed her, come around another way, or went about his business. She had been so eager to make it around him and back that she hadn't noticed if he called out to her, or it was quite possible she was straight ignoring it. She'd make it all the way back into her den if she was able to.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu

The cool days of autumn had quickly come over the northern lands, which felt the change of the seasons much quicker than the rest of Boreas had. Alastor found he quite liked the slight chill in the air, heralding the coming fall and winter to follow. The leaves had yet to change colors, but there was no doubt it was on the way. What he didn't like was what had happened between himself and Relm following their encounter at the lake at the end of summer. That night had been powerful and impactful to the both of them, and yet now the dire brute found the pink-furred young fae avoiding him once again. At first, he had given her space, assuming she just needed some time to sort out her thoughts and feelings. When those days continued to stretch on, Al knew something else was going on behind those silver eyes.

Despite wanting to connect with her, Relm made it extraordinarily difficult; a testament to her abilities to move about undetectable if she so desired. Every time he caught a glimpse of her, she'd begin heading in the opposite direction, only to disappear some time later. Sure, he could have staked out her den if he wished, but that was still her safe space, sacred to her. He didn't want to drive her out of her home, especially not after what she had confided to him during the aftermath of their passion. On this day, however, Alastor spotted Relm on the shore of Alias Lake, heading inland and right toward where he was coming from. Providence had seen fit to bring them together again—or so the gargantuan wolf had thought before the Abraxas woman once again began to head off away from him.

Alastor scowled and briefly considered heading off after her again or calling for her, but he knew neither would do any good. She could outpace him if she wished. So instead, he'd have to outwit her. Waiting until she'd veered off deeper into the pine forests of the island, Alastor hummed and turned to wander off along the base of the mountains, weaving his way around the island to where he knew her den was. The black-furred brute arrived mere moments before he saw a flash of pink in the dense evergreens and smirked at his own intuition. He was beginning to learn Relm's mannerisms. As she emerged, Alastor strode to the mouth of her den, taking a seat calmly beside the opening of the cave and waited for her to approach. "Is this going to be our new routine? Make a mess together, then avoid one another and pretend they don't exist?" he asked as casually as if he were asking how her day had been, his cheeky smile ever present on his face while he chuckled. "I just want to be sure I'm with the program. Otherwise I might take it personally."

"Alastor Mendacium"

While she was looking over her shoulder she was surprised to see when Alastor was sitting outside her den waiting for her. She wouldn't turn to run again, it seemed it was time to face him, she probably never would have on her own terms. It was meant to be this way.

Her ears pulled back slightly as she drew closer to him, her eyes diverting from him but without turning away this time. Her expression showed her loss in being caught, though she knew it was rather obvious what she had been doing. She guessed she would own up to it now.

Something about the way he spoke to her even in his own usual mannerisms didn't sit well with her. Claiming their night together as a mess wasn't really a compliment and it hurt her in some small way. She bit her tongue in response, she supposed he had the right for the way she had been acting.

"God, no Al... I..." She took a step back from him, not really in show that she was afraid of him or anything like that. More like she was embarrassed in the situation. The way she struggled with her outward emotions was nothing new to him, but she couldn't find a comfortable ground to stay on. "I..." Her breath huffed out harshly as she tried to break the ice around her and just be able to speak. It wasn't easy. She looked at him for a brief few seconds before aggressively pulling her eyes off of him and flopping her rump onto the ground. "I can't look at you without thinking about you fucking my brains out." Her voice edged on irritated, but that wasn't really a bad thing... she had mixed feelings over it. It was all a new, first experience for her. And after her life of feeling like every touch other than a painful one was wrong, she couldn't help but feel uneasy about the way she was feeling now. "I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes..." was she pulling on obsessive? She was making herself sick to the emotions while feeling gross and cringey. But she could be honest with him, even if that meant he would go on with the avoidance because of what she said. She was okay with that. Her paw ran over her face as if she was trying to hide herself, "What the fuck did you do to me." It was meant to go without answer, just a statement maybe to show how much she was fighting with herself.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu

Alastor sat and waited patiently, almost statuesque, while Relm fumbled for words while doing everything she could to avoid looking at him. He tilted his head curiously to the side, trying to pick apart her expression and the subtle nuances of her body language. Interactions with her were almost like a game, one he greatly enjoyed and made her all the more endearing and intriguing to him. She stepped back, claiming on reflex that it wasn't like that, but still hesitated to say what was on her mind. Alastor didn't press, didn't coerce or pressure her. She would tell him in time. And so he waited, reading her movements and anxiety like a scholar would a historical text with rapt attention. Nothing in the world had more of his focus than Relm did. Eventually, she did indeed reveal what had caused the rift between them to open up again—but it was not what the Elysian alpha had been expecting. Relm admitted to her lecherous thoughts of mating and fucking with him on a constant basis. Yet she sounded... irritated? Frustrated by that fact? How bizarre... She went on, explaining how those thoughts had plagued her mind, kept her from sleep, occupied her brain. It was flattering, actually, in a strange and erotic way. Alastor couldn't help but chuckle and grin, dark eyes alight with amusement that that was what had kept Relm so distant from him.

"Well thank you! No one's ever declared my fucking to be addictive like that before," he replied to her with a humored smile on his face. All humor aside, Alastor could see this was a legitimate thing bothering the young Abraxas lady, and he wouldn't make light of the situation too much. He was just glad that was what it seemed to be! "You know, I've been thinking about you a lot too. Not just the fucking part, or how incredible you looked during it. But all of it. Though the fucking was a very, veeeeery nice part of it, heh." There it was, confirmation that Alastor had found that night as meaningful as she had. Even joking and calling it a mess for how it had made them distant again, Alastor had enjoyed that night thoroughly—not just for the amazing sex, but because it had bonded him that much closer to Relm, a wolf he cared deeply about. A wolf he considered a part of him now. Al didn't answer her rhetorical question about what he had done to her, instead shifting to rise to his paws and taking a few slow strides closer to her, not quite coming up on her yet, but closing the space between them some. He wanted the rift gone. He yearned for Relm to be close to him again, ached for her to find that comfort in him that she had found that night. More than sexual (but not excluding it either).

"I was afraid that I'd done something wrong when you began to avoid me again. I was afraid I'd hurt you somehow." It was exceedingly rare for Alastor to admit when he'd felt worry or guilt over his own actions. Relm was one of only two wolves he could open himself to like this, exposing all parts of himself, from lustful feral animal to emotionally and mentally damaged victim. "I'm kind of glad it's the opposite, actually." But that didn't resolve the conflict Relm was feeling. For Alastor, there was none. Relm was important to him. He cared for Relm. He was very attracted to Relm. Therefore, everything that followed came naturally as an extension of that. But Relm was having a hard time with herself, and he wanted to help her. Though she wasn't looking at him, dark obsidian eyes never left her. They watched her, locked in to her youthful face, searching for anything they could get from her. "What do you want me to do, Relm?" he asked after a moment, putting the ball in the young fae's court. "Do you want me to stay away from you? Do you want me to take you into your den and fuck your brains out again?" Another pause, his mouth frozen mid-speech as he struggled to add in a somber rasp, "...Do you want to pretend like it never happened?" Alastor hoped with his heart and soul that wasn't the case. He didn't want to forget that night or pretend it didn't happen. It meant something to him. But if that was what Relm wanted, truly wanted... then for her, he would find a way somehow.

"Alastor Mendacium"

Alastor’s amusement was not offensive to her. She had understood him to an extent much like he understood her. There was little that could cause her to derail off his high grins and laughter. She was relatively and originally pretty cool toned, but any stranger towards Alastor may have looked at him differently.

Her paw slowly slid off her face as he drew closer to her, the quiet sounds of his large paws over the earth and towards her made her tingle while she still kept her gaze lower at his chest and paws. Alastor seemed very different now in this moment than when he cradled her at the lake. Not a way of him she was really unfamiliar with, but the more outward he was about the way he saw her and the things he craved too. He thought of her too.

She didn’t move as he stepped in whether that was a few steps or many more. Since that night Alastor had woken something larger and darker in Relm that she didn’t know she had. Maybe he even created it. And he couldn’t know what his sense of admiration was doing to her. She had never experienced it before.

"You’ve done nothing but build me Alastor." It was genuine, heartfelt, she loved what they did together and how they felt about each other. Alastor helped her, and knew how to get her through her fighting emotions. In word or in action, it worked either way. "It is quite the opposite." She assured him through his own words. Maybe it was her youth, her new found post adolescence, but she wanted him all the time. In sex or in touch, it was a yearning that grew as their time apart commenced. Her eyes shot upwards as the front portion of her body leaned forward towards him, but didn’t go past that. "I want you to fuck me all the time Alastor. Here, outside, I want to fuck me when I tell you no." That was her enjoyment in her pain wasn’t it? "Only you, Alastor." This was a confession, like getting something off her chest. With the confirmation that maybe she wasn’t crazy? That Alastor also thought of her sometimes and that he had really enjoyed what they shared as she did, what he told her flipped a switch and made her more comfortable to speak freely around him, about emotions surrounding him. "Did you mean what you said?" She asked shyly but already knew he wasn’t playing around with her, "You’ve thought of me?"

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu

When Relm showed no apprehension toward his advancement, no sign of tension or withdrawing, Alastor pressed a little closer. Just a step. Then another. Then another. One by one until he was within a mere foot of the young woman, gazing at her with a slight downward tilt of his head as was required by their height difference. Not tremendous, but most certainly noticeable. She still didn't look up at him—that was fine; he'd come to expect it as part of her personality—while she spoke, confirming to him that he had helped build her and that her apprehension had been the opposite of the previous time. Right now, this was a different Relm he was speaking to. Alastor saw a more sure Relm, a Relm that recognized things within herself and wasn't actively trying to oppose them. She was growing and maturing and evolving right before his eyes. A part of him was proud, having known how much she'd struggled with her own identity and emotional value in the wake of her abusive father. A greater part of him was impressed (and also aroused) by her confidence to look him in the eye as she leaned in closer and voiced the sexually explicit things she wanted them to do together.

For a few long moments, obsidian irises held vibrant argent, almost as if the demon wolf was peering into the depths of her soul, seeing all the lewd and lustful things she desired. Alastor's smile gradually relaxed, easing into a genuine reflection of his innermost emotions while he gazed at Relm much in the same manner a lover would. Pride, desire, possessiveness all shone in those deep abyssal pools nearly hidden amongst his black-furred face. "Then I will, Relm," he assured her in a velvety purr of deep baritone. "I'll fuck you out here in the forest and in your bed. I'll fuck you at the top of the mountain and on the island's shores. I'll fuck you in the sunlight and moonlight, whenever you desire it. And I want you to fuck me back, just like you did in the lake. Whenever you want it." Watching Relm give in to her carnal desires and feed that primal hunger she'd been ignoring, feeling her body move the way it had against him and into him, seeing her reactions and hearing her sounds when she came undone... it had been a tantric experience for the dire brute. If she wanted more of that, then Alastor was more than happy to give her all that she could handle and show her all he was capable of.

There was a beat of a pause between them as Relm looked up at him, then asked in a somewhat shy manner if he meant what he had said. The inviting smile remained on his face, but the way his eyes firmed with resolution showed he was serious. "Yes, I did." Alastor was no liar, not to those that mattered to him. He had thought about her and worried about her wellbeing almost constantly since that night, afraid he'd done something to hurt her again. Now that he knew that wasn't the case, a wave of relief eased away all that concern. This close to her, it was easy for Alastor to lift a massive ebony paw and reach for her face, allowing gentle paw pads to caress Relm's cheek. Sharp siam claws combed delicately through her short fur there, trailing down her jaw and the side of her neck. "You want me to fuck you right now, don't you?" It was phrased as a question, but there was really no question there to be answered. Alastor knew what Relm would likely say. She'd told him to have his way with her even if she said no, and perhaps he would do just that someday, maybe even soon. But right now, the demented brute was more interested in giving Relm whatever her heart, body, or perverse mind desired of him.

"Alastor Mendacium"

Relm was not- actually there was a small hidden part of her that was scared of Alastor. But maybe that was also a part that drew her into him. Not the entire reason, but probably formed some sort of excitement and arousal from her. She still didn’t resist or back away as he prowled closer to her, even with his intense and demeaning form above her. Relm kept her own gentle and nearly lustful gaze back at him and watched the own tone in his eyes and expression shift to something more meaningful and deeper than what was usually put out from the brute. She could see it in him.

The words she received back were not relieving, but enticing. And she felt this somewhat new and fresh burning desire to just jump under him and into his arms, but she held back. Her eyes carefully scanned around his chest and neck and returned back to his face as he spoke in near promises. He was certainly only fueling the fire.

Knowing that he had thought of her, remembered and thought of the way she looked, sounded, and felt, it had made her feel this sense of admiration and being desired that she hadn’t known before. Maybe it had just drawn from her time being alone in Boreas, but she never wanted to stop feeling this way. It was indescribable how Alastor made her see herself, and it was too good to be true.

Her eyes closed as he touched her, an exhale released from her just from the sheer emotion she had for Alastor and how he was working through her troubles and insecurities with her. Hard and daring eyes flashed back up at him as he asked, her own paw lifted to brush against the grains of his fur on his raised foreleg and towards his rib cage. She was still exploring what she could do to him as well as what he did to her. "Fuck, yes." It was an easy answer, and probably the one Alastor was expecting. But even with the longing in her voice and actions, she turned on a dime, "I do have a problem though." She did withdraw from him slightly, but didn’t remove herself from him. Her paw dropped back down beside her other as did her gaze from his face. "I won’t ask it of you. I won’t pull you from your duties, from your family. I don’t want to do anything else to make Manea dislike me anymore." It was really something she struggled with, maybe not necessarily sleeping with a “married man” but she was really mindful of the way Manea thought of her. Because of the way she felt about Alastor, and Kichi too. Alastor may have had ways to fight for Relm and keep her in pack. But that’s not what she wanted either. The reason she had been avoiding him was because all she could think about was him, but she couldn’t wedge herself into some part of his life. Even while what they shared was different than what he and Manea shared. She was not trying to steal Manea’s husband, she was far from intentions like those.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu

The instant he touched her and Alastor heard that breathy sigh of relief come from Relm, the smile on his face shifted into a much more naturally enticed grin, one she would likely recall from their time together at the lake. He gazed at Relm, marveling at how she showed no fear or apprehension towards him. It was one of the biggest reasons that attributed to his initial attraction of the young woman—not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. Relm didn't fear him, which was all Alastor wanted from the wolves he cared about. She gave that to him without even consciously knowing what she was doing—or maybe she did. She was a very clever girl, after all. It was a sensation of feeling that the dire brute subconsciously sought and that she provided. She, Manea, Kichi, Seraphina... All the wolves that mattered to him in some way, shape, or form had shown no fear of what the demon could do or had done or would continue to do. It was what made them unique in Alastor's mind. It was what made them special.

The sigh she breathed sent a shiver of delight rippling through the bulky behemoth's body, coming to rest in some stiffening parts of himself. It was just like the noises he'd listened to her make during their coupling under the moonlight in the water. Pleasant memories of summertime pleasure replayed in his mind, even as Relm reached a paw forward to begin to explore the planes of his chest and foreleg on her own time. The sensation of her claws teasing the strands of silken black fur brought vibrating rumbles from the brute's chest, lavishing in her touch. She was going slow, exploring, and that was fine; she could explore all she wanted with him. Relm would find no barriers with him. His body was hers to play with, to explore and experiment with, to learn from and to enjoy. Her enthusiastic response drew a growling chuckle from the demon wolf, who continued to run the smooth edges of his deadly claws along the side of her throat and up under the soft flesh of her chin. All the while, his jet black gaze never left hers, peering deeply into silver pools as if he could see straight into her soul and see her every innermost desire.

But before Alastor could react on her words and pounce the girl to claim her as his once more, she halted him with a single sentence. She had a problem. A curious tilt lopsided the wolf's head, peering with confusion to the young woman while she let her paw and gaze fall from him. Relm thankfully explained further; she would not ask him to fuck her. She would not pull him from his duties or his family. Alastor's mouth set into a hard line when she mentioned Manea disliking her, and he immediately wanted to dismiss her claim, asserting that Manea did not dislike her—but he held his tongue. Now was not the time to try to argue that point with her. Perhaps they could have that conversation later, when he held her wrapped up in his arms in the afterglow of their passion, or during one of their interludes together. But not now. He could see in Relm's body language that the young fae did not want to think or talk about that. That was fine with him. Alastor had far more fun things on his mind to help distract her.

"Then I will make sure it's no problem for us," replied the dire brute, stalking another step closer until his chest was practically brushing Relm's. He leaned his muzzle down until his lips met her crown, sharp fangs nibbling and combing their way through her thin fur to find one of her ears and roll the delicate appendage between his teeth while his paw continued to glide his gemstone claws down her throat, following the powerful thrum of her pulse beneath his paw pads. "You won't need to ask. You can seek me out and do with me as you wish. When I have you alone, I will also do as we want—or as I want, if you think you can say no to me." Alastor grinned; he hoped he was playing into Relm's desire for him to have her even if she refused him, just like she claimed she wanted. He was more than happy to give the ladies in his life exactly what turned them on the most. Giving another firm nip to her ear,the dark brute added, "I'll be yours and you will be mine, Relm."

A lecherous growl rumbled in Alastor's chest while he gazed down over Relm's body from where he stood above her, lust-glazed obsidian eyes lingering around her shapely rump. She no longer reeked of her heat—a pity to some degree—but it wasn't about to stop Alastor from enjoying the experience Relm was as a lover. She'd already given him an emphatic "Fuck yes" when he asked if she wanted him to fuck her right now, and that was all the invitation the alpha male needed. Alastor began to move again, striding along Relm's side so he brushed against her, letting her feel the ripple of his muscles beneath fur and skin while he pressed himself against her. He slowly made his way around her, trailing his muzzle down the back of her neck and following her spine, pausing to nip at her skin every few inches he traveled. When he finally reached her rump, Alastor bit at the point where her tail connected with her ass, growling and chuckling to himself. "Don't ask me for it, then..." Alastor spoke with growls in his husky baritone voice, peering back up the length of Relm's body with smoldering eyes while he gave her a simple command, "...Show me you want it."

"Alastor Mendacium"

Relm let Alastor say as he wanted, she always would. But she just couldn't see it as that easy. She wasn't even quite sure where it came from. It wasn't like she had a happy home growing up. But she just felt very uneasy about Manea. Alastor knew his wife more than anyone else, but Relm just couldn't shake the feeling. She wouldn't deny any of what Alastor told her, she wouldn't shut it down. It was everything she wanted to hear. She felt the same way.

She still wasn't completely fluid to his touch, but she didn't hate it. She was growing with him and learning to let go of her tension as it washed over her. Alastor was making it easy, of course she wouldn't react the same with anyone else. Unlike their last time together, the feel of his claws against her throat was welcomed as she lifted her chin and carefully pushed her chest into him in response. Her growl was a near purr as he nipped at her ear, he really couldn't know what he was doing to her. Relm was her own unique self, and with the way Kefka had treated her growing up Alastor was saying and giving her more than what she could have ever imagined. It was just even in this moment with Alastor pressed up against her that she still wouldn't find herself so highly valuable or desired. She wanted to, she could feel it from Alastor, but her own self image and esteem was no where near that level.

She stayed still and silent as he moved forward, her own body pushing into his as it moved across her and tensing as he nipped down her back making her tingle to every touch. Once he reached her rump, her hind end twitched slightly, curling in before he stopped and Relm moved her gaze to look back at him and the length of their bodies next to each other. The smallest of smiles pulled up on her lips as he said, her eyes flicked from his and back down to their bodies. She waited a few seconds before pushing her shoulder into his rump and then nipping at the back of his thigh playfully going to herd him more towards her den and inside if she could make it that far. She actually wasn't much one for privacy believe it or not, but it seemed the right way to go this time.

Just looking at Alastor, only adding to her desires by their touches together, she was reminded of their time at the lake and every bit of it. She had asked Alastor to touch her then, and he did. All of her. It seemed fitting to her to want to return the pleasures from her angle this time, not that Alastor's moves and choices would be cast aside. She wanted that more than anything. As she was every moment with him, she was exploring the ways he could make her feel and the same in return, she was more interested in the way she made him feel. Everything she experienced with him was new, not a single way she looked at or touched him had met anyone else and she liked to keep it that way. She went to nip at the side of his ribs, a little lower closer to his groin regions while also laying a paw below his loin hoping to get him to lay down and roll over on his back to turn the tables from the last time they had been together. She too was getting eager but didn't jump to their conclusion so quickly. It wasn't the fuck she wanted most, it was the emotions that made her feel so attached to Alastor to allow them to go that far.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu

It was Relm's reactions to his every touch, his words, his inflections and his intentions that Alastor adored the most about how the two wolves interacted. Maybe it was because Relm was as much an introvert with her true emotions and thoughts as he was that he appreciated being able to read her body language. It was how they communicated; an art form which they understood innately within one another where others failed to recognize. It wasn't exclusively theirs, but it sure as hell felt that way when they were the only ones in Elysium who could read one another like that. It was quite fun, and almost felt a little scandalous, knowing they had a secret language all their own of sorts. So many others saw Relm was bizarre or strange, including his own wife. Alastor saw her for the way she truly was. He understood how to connect and communicate with her, just as she understood with him. They were two souls born of different circumstances existing on the same page seemingly by themselves. He loved Manea, loved everything she was and all she did for him, but she came from a life wholly different from him. She would never know Alastor the way Relm could.

While Alastor teased along Relm's backside towards her shapely ass, he felt her shoulder bump playfully into his hip, catching the dark brute by surprise. He peered back down the lengths of their bodies to her with a roguish smirk and a quirked eyebrow, catching the smallest of smiles on her lips while she leaned her body into his. Their coats mingled, unique pink blending with abyssal ebony, and Alastor felt the warmth of her against him for all of a second while she nipped at his thigh, coaxing a delighted little rumbling growl from the brute before she began to herd him back towards her den. The demented wolf needed no further encouragement—though he'd never turn down more! He would have been equally as happy messing around and fucking Relm out in the open, feeling no need for privacy either, but he recognized that Relm wanted to explore and play in her own way today. Always happy to learn and grow with her, Alastor eagerly followed her directions and made his way into the den, walking a bit stiffly with some new arousal hindering his movement. As they stepped into her den, Alastor couldn't resist giving Relm's rump a playful smack with his flowing tail, shooting her an innocent grin and lecherous eyes as he did.

Once inside, Alastor instantly noted just how intimate the shift of environment had been. It was reminiscent of their time by the lake in the summer. While he found it equal parts fun and arousing to fuck out where others could see them, there was something to be said about the intimacy of the privacy they shared. It was like they were the only ones in the world now—just like it had been that warm summer night. No one else, just them, giving themselves to one another. Now would come the encore which would bring life to a whole new world for the two kindred spirits. Alastor felt Relm's teeth nip at his lower ribs, right along his side by his lower stomach and groin, sending a surge of heat to settle between his thighs. She was guiding him, and he gave himself willingly to her.

With her paw upon his side, the dire brute's massive body slid easily to the ground, muscles rippling beneath fur for her to feel while he repositioned himself on his back, hind legs falling open with forepaws curled to his chest, letting Relm feast her eyes upon every inch of him from head to tail, and every part of his male anatomy in between. She was now one of only two wolves that had ever gotten him onto his back like this, and though he didn't say it out loud, he hoped the eager fire smoldering in his obsidian eyes and the sly grin on his face let her know just how special she was to be in this position. He didn't say anything; there was no need for him to. The wolves spoke with their body language, communicating in their distinctive way. With an inviting growl, Alastor gave a playful wiggle on the ground, flexing his paws out to stretch his muscles, perhaps trying to tease Relm a little more with a come hither look, eager to see what the sultry young fae had in store for their playtime and lessons today.

"Alastor Mendacium"

Relm couldn't really be aware of how Alastor connected with her on their level of communication, but she could feel it. She very simply didn't know better ways to interact and didn't have the experience with others to understand entirely what he thought and felt around her. She just knew that when she was around others she felt uncomfortable and maybe almost like there were expectations of her. And with Alastor it was wholly different. Everything she was feeling felt completely driven by or from Alastor, and his own actions probably held a big part of that too. She did feel special when it was just the two of them. If only for a few moments before it was back to her own thoughts and duties.

With a smack to her rump, she didn't quite like it but from Alastor she would and seeing the nature of their time together she wouldn't hinder it as a bad thing. Alastor was willing at her paws as she silently asked what she wanted of him. Her paws spread beside both of his hips as he displayed himself and she didn't dismiss what he wanted to show. She took a moment to look at him, admire his body and himself as he looked at her through his pitch black gaze that didn't hold back any emotion or desires when she looked at him. She could see him.

Only learning from their time together at the lake, her actions were met with both attentiveness but also confidence as her muzzle closed the distance between herself and his stomach, driving nibbles through his thick and flowing fur to the skin. Her elbows originally hooked over his hips with her chest pressed up against his hard parts. She couldn't help the grin on her maw as she pulled herself upwards driving nibbles up his frame reminiscent of how he had once done to her. She kept their bodies maybe too close together as she felt the arousal between them and made her way up chest to chest. She kept herself wrapped up in him, between his paws as her's were curved around his shoulders and neck. Relm may have asked for the upper hand, but that was in no way asking Alastor to give up his own control. In fact she wanted his control more than her own, even with her on top of him. Just a few inches between their faces, her gaze looked to their connected chests before moving up to his face and his dark eyes. While their time together at the lake had been fueled with a lot of deep emotion, this time was different. With real intentions both spoken and felt, she looked at him differently. Her body shifted as she lined their parts up perfectly, touching but playfully not letting him go any further teasing both herself and him. It couldn't be that easy, right?

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu

From his position on his back, the dire brute was afforded an excellent view as the ebony and pink fae stood over him, her paws set on either side of his hips while she took the time to savor all of him. The way Relm was looking at him was wholly foreign to the young woman, but not unfamiliar to Alastor. It was much the same way Manea would look at him when she was horny—but there was something more to Relm's gaze. Something eager, fervid, ambitious. Maybe it was because she had never looked at another man the way she was looking at him now, that enthusiasm that showed in her molten silver eyes seemed all the more intense to Alastor. The grin on his lips grew a touch, and the dark brute gave another languid stretch of his body for her viewing pleasure. Though his fur no longer clung to his muscles quite so defined, there could be no denying the power involved in every move his body made. Alastor had been bred and sculpted to be powerful in all regards: for fighting, for hunting, for fucking. Though far from vain, his gladiatorial physique was something he had always been proud of, as it was one of the few things he had that was distinctly his, and no one could take it from him. Plus he saw the pleasures it brought the ladies he cared about.

Alastor kept his jet black gaze held to her argent irises, the intense heat of wanton desire burning in those inky depths. He held nothing back from Relm, just as she held nothing back from him. He gazed at her with all the pride and desire of a lover, enjoying being hers just as she was making herself his. It didn't matter for how long—a handful of blissful minutes or the rest of his years—he wanted Relm to see how much he enjoyed their time together, how much she meant to him, and just what sorts of emotions and reactions she was eliciting in him physically and mentally. Ever so slowly, Relm lowered her muzzle to his stomach, and with the first ginger touch of her lips and fangs against his warm belly skin began their coupling. The dire brute's breath caught in his throat in a sharp gasp, stomach muscles clenching and relaxing rhythmically beneath her every nibble through his long fur. He felt her strong forelegs hook around his hips, holding him to her until he felt the softness of her chest fur brushing over his arousal. His jaw clenched, grin hardening while he stifled a quiet groan and shuddered from head to tail from the sudden bursts of pleasure her every motion against his male parts brought to him. The heat in his core grew hotter with each passing second, driving him into blissful insanity while she teased and tormented him like she'd been made to do exactly this. Alastor was experiencing a whole new side to Relm and he was loving it!

Relm moved again, working her way slowly up his body with nibbling muzzle. As she leisurely pulled her body up along his, she dragged herself against his arousal, drawing more barely contained groans and heavy breaths from the monstrous wolf, his hind legs stretching and toes splaying while his tail of ebony silk swished and wagged in an eager display beneath them. Gods, did Relm realize what she was doing to him? She had to feel the effects she was having on him at the very least! The realization that yes, she probably knew exactly what she was doing to him and continued to do so made his gut clench hard with need, his body thrumming with desire. By the time she had herself fully above him wit their chests pressed together, Alastor was aching for Relm. While she settled over top of him and wrapped her long forelegs around his neck and shoulders, Alastor brought his own massive paws up around the natural feminine curves of her sides, settling just above her waist while he gazed up at her, his breathing turned heated and shallow. Just as she hoped, Alastor had no intentions of being a passive partner in their fucking. Relm might have had the dominance over him right now, but that didn't mean Alastor wasn't going to play along with her!

Giant paws splayed wide to grip at Relm's supple flesh with extended claws, gingerly pricking and groping at her skin around her waist and hips while she lay with their chests pressed together, her face so close to his he could practically taste her breath. She looked between them, and then those burning silver eyes returned to his. Alastor saw the eagerness and excitement in her gaze up close, all the emotion contained within that she couldn't say. His own dark eyes which many missed seeing the flickers of emotion in like phantoms in the night were equally as heated and eager for her, reflecting his own unique brand of love for the young woman. After their time at the lake, this was indeed different on both of their ends. This wasn't some quick fuck to fulfill a need. This was a deep, hotly intense desire to bring Relm pleasure and satisfy her. Had he not known of her dislike for kissing, he would have done so then and there. Instead, Alastor just let himself drown in those silver pools that seemed to shimmer in the low light of her den—until he felt Relm's body shift and he felt the heat of her intimate flesh against his.

Alastor sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, paws flexing to grip harder at her hips while his own wiggled and bucked with need up against hers, trying to find purchase where he couldn't quite get to yet. Relm was so tantalizingly close and yet so infuriatingly far away still. A low, needy growl rumbled deep in the brute's chest; no doubt she'd be able to feel it reverberate against her with they way they were lying. He wanted Relm, he needed Relm. Another roll of his hips towards hers did little but push himself against her, sliding near but not into his target. He groaned and growled again, paws gently tugging at Relm's hips in a silent urging for her, both loving her teasing and feeling his sanity being tugged apart by her in the most delicious of ways. Relm was still learning—but gods damn, was she a quick study!

"Alastor Mendacium"

Relm couldn't deny being attracted to Alastor physically, but it was driven entirely by how she felt about him emotionally. It wasn't like she had intentions or thoughts of him in really any way the day they had reunited and he promised to keep her safe from Kefka. Everything had only moved on from there, and escalated since he had killed Kefka. It was a strange relationship they had under unique circumstances, and it seemed only they would be able to understand it.

Everything Alastor was able to experience with Relm, there was a high chance he would be the only one that ever would. Because outside of her life here right now with Alastor, she was a completely different and misunderstood woman. Alastor didn't make her feel that way. She felt like she could be herself, but she also felt like a whole different soul in his care. It was like every bit of anxiousness or expectations she had put on herself were gone. She didn't have to hold anything back from him. And she could feel just how much he cared about her in these moments too.

The way he reacted to the ways she touched him brought a higher grin from her maw, one she was certain only he had seen these days but also one she wasn't quite aware of in the moment. She too let out a heady breath as their chests aligned and she set them up right for the making, and as it was known between them words could keep going unspoken. She was testing her abilities with him, and the only way she knew what she was doing was good was in the way he reacted. And really that's what she loved about it. Outside in the pack she was withdrawn and felt like an outsider. Here with him, it was probably unimaginable how deeply she could look into him, and how intimate she could be.

She huffed a quiet chuckle as she fought and played with him, keeping him just out of line to hold him off for as long as she could, and really as long as she could bear too. She felt the tingling urge in her like butterflies in her stomach as his paws pulled her into him at her waist. Her half lidded gaze not leaving his, she went to bite her lip slightly before making the final connection, slowly and as ever deeply. She tightened around him as her maw and head leaned forward, her cheek against his while her breath exhaled a receiving moan in his ear. The relief of him was instant, and only a few seconds after their coupling, her paws pushed against his chest to pick herself back up off of just the front half of him to look down onto his face as they started their their dance together.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu

When Alastor had found Relm all on her own out by the Firefly Lake those seasons ago, he would have burst into laughter to even think he'd wind up in this sort of position with her. An unorthodox yet passionate relationship, a collaboration between two broken and damaged souls; it was almost poetic, really. The kind of shit bards and balladeers spent their careers singing about. And now Alastor was experiencing it all firsthand with Relm. To her, this was where she could free herself, to let her personality out and to grow and discover herself in safety with him. To him, this was a cathartic redemption of his demented soul, proof that he wasn't beyond being saved by someone and that he wasn't alone in the world. Relm gave him purpose, drive, a desire to be more than the maniacal killing monster everyone else saw him as. She let him feel, really truly feel, just as he did for her. Naturally there was a physical attraction he held for the fae as well. She was young, strong, and had a beauty entirely her own, but that recognition stemmed from his emotional connection to her, much in the same way hers did for him. Alastor didn't know if he could pinpoint exactly where that attraction had started—whether it was when he brought her to Elysium or when he'd rescued her from Kefka—but it made little difference. What mattered was what they made together, and judging by the grin on Relm's lips, the dire brute had a feeling they'd be making something very hot and very primal together.

Together the two wolves started their symphony of impassioned sounds together, a chorus of heavy breaths and shuddering groans and guttural grunts while their bodies worked and moved against one another's. Words had no place here. Alastor and Relm communicated entirely in their own language with their bodies and expressions and sounds. Obsidian gems held onto silver pools, never looking away as she captivated him entirely. Alastor sang her praise for her testing actions in the form of a shuddering groan while she denied him entry to her most intimate depths, massive paws flexing strong digits and sharp claws over her voluptuous hips. It still amazed him how lucky he was that he got to see Relm like this. This was an entirely different woman than the pink fae was out in public and about the pack. Outside, she was withdrawn, quiet, and diligent in her work. In here, with him, she was wild, and passionate, and alive in ways he never saw before! There was a bit of pride in knowing that he was the lucky brute that got to see her like this and got to be with Relm like this—and a more selfish part of him that hoped he would be the only one.

It didn't take long after his struggling to try and find purchase within Relm that he saw the girl bite her lip, huffing as she brought her hips to his and connected their bodies. Alastor released a sharp gasp of heated breath, black eyes going wide from the sudden rush of heat and pleasure. Relm moved slowly, perfectly, and Al's eyes rolled leisurely back in his head with a deep, rumbling groan, his paws groping at her hips and toes on his hind paws curling. Alastor's jaw clenched each time she tightened around him, hips hips rolling eagerly up to help sink himself as deep within her core as he could press. Being a dire wolf, Alastor wasn't small in any regard, yet Relm hadn't shown any trouble handling him before, though it did make every sensation and feeling that much more intense with her. From his position on his back, the demon brute groaned and growled while their bodies began their intimate dance, hips gyrating and pressing together while enormous black paws roamed up and down over Relm's back, following the curve of her spine and gliding over every feminine dip of her sides from hips to shoulders.

Relm leaned over him, their cheeks brushing together and chests pressed close until he could feel the beat of her heart. Then he heard her moan for him into his ear. Alastor felt the rush of fire through his veins with how much that turned him on. With a flex of his paws, Alastor raked his claws through her thick fur, teasing her skin with gentle pricks that ran down along her spine until his paws were groping at her rump and pressing her ass down to meet his rolling hips in time with their rhythm. Relm was setting the pace, controlling their speed and movements and intensity, but Alastor was an enthusiastic participant keeping up with her at every turn. With his own muzzle near her ear, Alastor made sure he held nothing back. Every jolt of pleasure or press of her body against his drew a sighing breath, a gasping moan, or a growling grunt from the brute, and each one he made sure she heard so she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He was Relm's.

"Alastor Mendacium"

The physical pleasures she could feel from Alastor were undeniable, and sensations she never knew she could feel. His dire body, the way he traced along her own, the way he looked at her, everything was just sending her to a whole other realm. They had the privacy of her den, but for these moments to her it felt like it was only them and nothing else. She was completely surrounded by the sight of him, the scent, the feel. She felt so deeply for Alastor for what he had done for her, and as time went on she had noticed that deeper meaning of their own twisted and wicked lives even if she hadn't understood it right now the way he did. But if Alastor could show the care and feelings he had for such a strange and outcast girl, as she believed everyone else looked at her, there was nothing more he could give her. Everything was perfect just like this. In these moments she would let the badgering worry of Manea, or any other social anxieties go. It couldn't be more obvious just how free she was.

Her pleasurable sounds were a lot more heady sighs and contained moans, not to stay quiet but really just distinctive of her own nature. Everything had changed though as Alastor took not all, but more control, more suggestive actions with his trailing paws grabbing her over her rump and driving her impossibly more in to him. With the curve in her spine and in what felt like just the right angle, her eyes shut tight as her cries flew high around the den and no doubt outside too; she couldn't help it. Her teeth went to sink into the side of his neck close to his face, muffling the newfound sounds of her pleasure not that there was anything to hide.

Her paws wrapped tightly around his shoulders, her entire body tensing to the heat of her moment somehow new and somehow better than their last time at the lake, physically that was. Her body smashed against his, meeting him right in the middle like it could never be enough, but oh it was. Relm not so silently egged him on, the sounds of her whines and the intensity of her movements begged him to let go. She'd stay just the same as they started their intimate dance together, with only their physical and psychological communication unless he asked it of her. She'd have no problem singing her needs back to him, though it already sounded that way. His overly satisfied release was all she needed to fit that last hanging piece of beauty and desire into her own self esteem. Their combined pleasurable noises, their intense and eager motions, the heat of desire and emotions for each other, what they made together was beautiful.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu

Together the two wolves' bodies danced a delicious and intense tango together made of subtle bumping and grinding movements, each one made drawing a sound or reaction from the other. The den was filled with the sighs, whines, moans, grunts, groans, and growls of the coupling wolves, their noises echoing about them and reaching to the world outside. Alastor didn't care. In this moment, there was nothing else besides Relm. There was no den, no island just outside, no Elysium, no world. It was just him and her, locked in the passionate embrace of one another while they sought their desires and satiated one another's hungers and appetites, a blending of their kindred and forlorn souls. This was the ultimate way Alastor could show just how much he cared for Relm, just as this was Relm's way of communicating how deeply she felt for the dire brute. Much like the silent body language was their own, this too was their special way of connecting, communicating, and coming alive. Below her, Alastor supported Relm in everything, giving her the freedom and the means to do as she pleased while collaborating in an intensely passionate way with her. Above him, Relm was a beautiful and free creature come to life before his eyes, showcasing just who she truly could be when given what she desperately needed all along: succor, confidence, and liberty.

Just as Relm wasn't doing anything to restrain herself, neither was Alastor. While Relm sang to him in the form of heady, breathy sighs and moans, Alastor serenaded her with masculine grunts and moaning breaths, his muzzle directly beside the pink fae's ear so she could regale in every sound she coaxed from her brute. At one point, Alastor knew he'd struck something good within Relm by the higher cries she made, stretching his grin even wider as he made a habit to memorize and repeat movements she enjoyed like that. Together they learned one another's bodies, finding what the other liked and loved, what worked best, and what made Relm make those absolutely adorable sounds and faces! Her face returned to the crook of his neck—and then Al felt the sting of teeth in his flesh. A sharp hiss of sweet pain slipped from between clenched jaws, siam claws flexing to grip into her flesh on reflex. Relm had bit the side of his neck to muffle herself, her cries now uttered against his throat in an erotic manner.

A rich, deep groan rumbled in Alastor's chest while he pressed himself harder into Relm, his paws winding around her back and waist while hers entwined his broad shoulders. Their motions together became stronger, harder, more desperate as they sought to bring release to the other, reveling in the hotter and more intense pleasure, somehow even better than their mating at the lake had been. With her body, Alastor could feel Relm begging him to keep going, whining for him to let go. Oh, and let go he did. Between her gyrating hips and his rolling thrusts, Alastor was quickly finding his plateau. Pushing his body to hers with a deeper moaning growl, Alastor dug his claws into Relm's back just between her shoulders, reaching up to hold her entwined in his strong forelegs and pulled down to his muscular chest, his other foreleg wrapped around her waist to help guide her rolling hips, but still letting Relm lead their actions from beginning to end. He wanted to bring Relm crashing into the apex of their perfect moment together, moving his hips to hers in every way he found she liked, wanting to hear her cry out with total satisfaction with him. A few moments more was all Alastor was able to hold out, however, and he found his peak of pleasure with a loud and satisfied moan, clutching Relm's body and pulling her hips flush to his as he trembled with his release. Black eyes rolled back and toes curled, the brute drowning in a whirlpool of ecstasy with her, refusing to let her go until she reached her own climax and met him in pleasured nirvana.

"Alastor Mendacium"

Relm rose with him as the two found their blissful ends, Relm riding out as long as Alastor could go just as she teased him before. Her jaw released him as she was satisfied in ways she hadn't planned or really knew, it seemed to change with each passing step. Each time Alastor touched her, each time he entered her. It wasn't many, but still enough for her to find what else he could offer physically, and how she could find her own ways to please him too.

Her breath left hot and quick as her pleasurable moans died out and left a sweet catch of air in the aftermath as she regained herself. She fell into him, not necessarily clinging to him as some would but not letting him go either. Her body dropped only slightly to his side as her back pressed up against the wall of her den. He hadn't the time before, but she wondered if he would be so quick to get up and leave. Relm was more difficult to handle before and after being intimate, though this time it seemed to subside greatly. And while she was growing more confident, she did have that nagging worry that he wouldn't want to deal with it. If not now, then when? She could feel that bit of edge as time went on, but she was able to keep at bay just as she had everything else her and Alastor worked on. She hoped one day it wouldn't exist.

Her gaze flashed upwards to Alastor for a few seconds as if she was holding back something to say. It didn't take her long though, but she was struggling more because of the nature of their last few moments together, she didn't want to kill the mood. "I don't want to be weird but I have something I want to tell you." She spoke honestly about how she was feeling. Still, she was more open with Alastor now then she was with anyone on any normal day. "The nature of it isn't something that bothers me but I feel like it’s the only thing you don’t know about me and I don’t want to have that weighing somewhere waiting for the right time to get out." Her eyes stayed mostly downwards, it was a little hard for her to look back at him but she was comfortable with him at least. "Agria, my birth mother. Kefka raped and killed her. Agria was not only my mother, she was his mother too. I don’t think you truly, deeply realize what you had done for me that day that you killed him." It wasn't long ago when Relm and Alastor had their spar that Relm truly realized and understood how free she was from this life of exceptions, of running, and fully of fear. She felt like she could finally put it all behind her. Kefka wasn't alive anymore to steal her, rape her, or kill her. She wouldn't end up in the same fate as Agria or at least at the hands of her father. It was more relieving than anyone could know.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu

Together the two broken souls achieved a nirvana that left Alastor gasping for breath and trembling from head to toe. As she had done for the entirety of their mating, Relm kept him riding out his high until the very last possible moment, bringing him a mind-numbing pleasure while they basked in their ecstasy together as one. As that high came down into the blissful and floaty aftermath, Alastor happily received Relm's body into his arms and across his own, both of them shifting to lie on their sides with Relm sandwiched between his bulky form and the den wall. Massive black paws roamed slowly up and down her back in soothing circuits, tracing over where his claws had found purchase in her flesh, really just savoring the warmth of her against him and the feel of her fur between his paws. The last time they'd been intimate together, both of them had done the deed and then decoupled themselves to go about the night. Not this time. Not unless Relm wanted to separate first. This time, Alastor watched Relm bask in the afterglow of the euphoria they'd created together. It was beautiful. It brought the rare, genuine smile to the dire brute's lips. He was all in on this 100%.

Relm's head lifted and her argent gaze briefly flashed over his obsidian eyes, but that was all it took for Alastor to see the struggle behind them. He made a comical expression of raising a brow silently, asking without words what was going on in her mind. Relm showed just how well she could read his verbal cues again by explaining that she had something she wanted to tell him, but didn't want to be weird about it. Alastor simply smirked and replied, "We're both already weird, Relm." It was why they meshed together, he believed. The more Relm built up this preamble to her secret, the more intrigued Alastor became. She looked away again, and Alastor didn't try to force her to look back. She could do whatever she needed to be comfortable, and he would wait for her, the ever patient devil he was. Eventually, Relm did explain: her mother, Agria, was raped and killed by Kefka. She had been the product of rape. But more than that, Agria was her biological grandmother as well—Kefka's mother was her mother as well. Kefka had raped his own mother in an act of incest to produce Relm. It was only then that Alastor began to fathom the severity of what he had discovered that day in the berry grove, with Kefka mounting and fucking his own daughter. He had commit incestuous rape before, and he had clearly intended to do it again with Relm until Alastor put a permanent hiatus on his hillbilly inbred plans.

Alastor's brow had furrowed and his expression hardened as Relm explained her start to life, but it wasn't out of disgust or revulsion. It was that same violent, ferocious protectiveness he felt for the younger woman that had driven him to massacring her shitbag motherfucking father. Suddenly Kefka's possessiveness over Relm and her fear of her father made sense. Kefka had likely had the idea to take Relm as his mate when she came of age to make more fucked up inbred babies with her. Suddenly Alastor wished Kefka was alive, just so he could have the pleasure of killing him all over again. Alastor squeezed Relm a little bit tighter in his arms, a rumble of a growl vibrating in his chest out of instinctive reflex. Now it was his turn to share his upbringing, and where they were the same and where they differed. "I was the product of rape, though mine was less familial. My father simply decided he needed pups to keep up the appearance of being a well-adjusted family, and to earn him more respect and prominence in our pack. My siblings and I were accessories to his narcissism... at least until he decided he didn't need all of us." Now it was Alastor's turn to look away from Relm, dark eyes clouding with hate and pain. "He beat and brutalized my brothers and I until I was the last male standing. Then he raped my sisters until they bled to death. Any time I'd try to interfere, he'd maul me worse. When I was the last one, he let me live, just for appearances' sake." A sick, demented smile slowly twisted its way across Alastor's lips as he recounted the ending to his story. "I killed the fucker for what he did. Mother abandoned me after that, probably because she never loved any of us. The children she never wanted..." When he finished speaking, Alastor slowly lowered his eyes to seek out Relm's once more. She was one of only three wolves who knew the story of his life and how his mind had been broken into the demented fragments it was in now, how he had become the demon everyone saw him as today. He sought her response, her reaction. Would she pity him? Admire him? Fear him? Where would she fall on the gamut of reactions to who the dark wolf truly was?

"Alastor Mendacium"

Was it comforting to see Alastor relate their differences maybe among the pack or just anyone in general? It wasn’t surprising at least, Relm would already feel their connection of likeminded and tortured souls. She relaxed a little more into him as he made her more comfortable before she explained. But still her gaze had wandered down at their intertwined bodies while she gave him light of who Kefka really was. She would never know the regret her father felt as he raped her, she was completely closed off when it happened. But she did understand why he had distanced himself from her. A part of her did pity and feel bad for Kefka, she really didn’t hold as much hate for him as she did fear. And recognition and thanks for Alastor is what ended up filling all those gaps between. What Kefka did to her his final day was not forgotten, but it didn’t define who she was today. Her focus had been driven to right now, not the past and not the future. Just right here with Alastor.

Relm didn’t pull her gaze up to meet Alastor again until he spoke, finding that he was in a similar mindset as he too didn’t look back at her. Relm very simply didn’t have others to open up to like this. And she did feel like the nature of her birth, her conception, the entire circle around her father were not things to just talk about. She wasn’t really ashamed, not when she told Alastor. But there were times when she was haunted by Agria that she believed she should be dead. Agria had wanted to kill her before her birth, and after. And sometimes she thought it was just meant to be that way. She saw first hand what being raped by her son and being forced to give birth did to her. Watching Agria bleed out was the farthest her memory would go back, and she couldn’t say she never thought about it again.

As Relm had before, she was silent as Alastor told her about himself. She was understanding just as he was to her. There was no judgment, about his own start of life and the trials he faced. And the way he smiled at the thought of his dead father. Relm couldn’t hold any hard feelings against him, it was his life. But even then, every horrible thing he may have done didn’t lessen the way she saw him. Even if she didn’t say so. Justified or not, she’d still be here.

Her eyes had flicked a couple times between them and back at his face while he spoke, but her gaze was right there when he finally finished and was ready to look back up at her. She took a few seconds as she looked over his abyssal eyes. Her expressions were near blank, but her eyes told him how much she felt for him. She didn’t pity, she didn’t hate, she just cared for him and who he was, who he was with her. Nothing else mattered. "Alastor..." she spoke his name through an exhale, and in just enough time to close her eyes she was pushing her maw forwards towards his. It may have seemed obvious how much difficult this was for her even though their time just moments before was like nature to her. She would only wait a few seconds before separating their lips, maybe a little insecure as her eyes stayed lightly shut. Somehow the urge just felt right, even if she felt like she wasn’t doing it right or maybe even embarrassed herself in such a deep moment between them. As much as it felt like the right thing she wanted to do, it felt so wrong to her. Maybe it was just her own insecurities at the forefront of her mind.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu

All the while Alastor was talking to her, he noticed Relm's quietness. She was paying close attention to what he said. He could practically feel the focus she put on him, even if she wasn't always fixing him with her silver gaze, instead looking down between their intertwined bodies at every inch of skin that touched and remained touching long after the lust had burned away into warm embers of intimacy. He appreciated her attention more than she would know. Unlike Relm, Alastor wasn't haunted by the specters of his past. He had long since let their memories go to burn in the fires of whatever hell awaited them and eventually himself. But he could never escape the damage it had done to him. It had left his mind fractured, his psyche twisted and demented, a monster wrapped in the shell of a wolf. The feral animal that he had resorted to being to survive would forever exist within his mind, always waiting for its next opportunity to break free and wreak havoc on the damned world. Relm had gotten a small taste of it herself, and Kefka had become intimately familiar with it in his final moments. The savagery, the violence, the insatiable lust for destruction and damage. It would forever be a part of him, and Alastor would have to battle for control until the end of his days.

When he did finally look down at her for a reaction, Relm had been waiting to lock their gazes once more. Her expression was impassive, but her eyes told him all he needed to know. There was no hate, no loathing, no revulsion. Only empathy and care. She murmured his name amidst a breath, but said nothing more. The dire brute was also silent, all the way up to the point where Relm pushed her muzzle to his and connected their mouths. Black eyes blinked in rapid succession, surprised but not unwelcoming. He kissed Relm back, pressing into her advance for the duration of their kiss. When their lips did separate, Alastor slowly opened his eyes to find hers still closed, still processing what had happened, perhaps. He knew how much kissing had bothered her in the past, so the impact of this moment was not lost on him. There had been many expressions and shows of Relm's profound trust in him today—some that would remain seared into his mind for the rest of time.

Alastor rubbed over Relm's back again, using the large pads of his paws to gently knead through her fur and over soft skin and strong muscle. He leaned his head down to hers, resting his forehead against hers for a brief moment, so close to her that he could feel her every breath rippling the fur on his throat. "Relm..." he spoke back in his rich, deep voice, lifting his muzzle to plant a gentle lick across her crown. He didn't want to smother the girl with too much physical affection, knowing it was a slow process to build her up to it, but at the same time he didn't want to untangle himself from her, and a part of him was already imagining going at it again with her. This would be enough for him for now though, this closeness, this intimacy that they'd build, all entirely their own. Lost in their own little world.

"Alastor Mendacium"