Night Without Stars (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

"It needs a few homey touches.. broken bedframe, claw marks on the wall~" He teased.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She laughed and nodded, "Agreed~"
"'Scuse me." Gjalund knocked on the door and peeked in, "Just so you know, dinner will be ready in a few hours. We'll be shipping off here in a moment." The Nord said. Satlyn smiled and nodded.
"Thank you very much, serah." She said gratefully. Gjalund nodded and left them be.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Well, love, I have a bottle of bloodwine, shall we toast to our voyage~?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She nodded happily, "Mhm~ let's~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He smiled and moved to pop the bottle and present her with a goblet to drink from.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She took it and sat on the bed, holding her goblet out for him to fill, "You know that Argonian Bloodwine makes me looser than a wench's corset~ did you plan this~?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"There's nothing I don't plan for~" He winked as he filled her goblet.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She giggled and tapped her goblet against his when he filled it and shared a drink or two with him. She had to stop after two so she wouldn't drool all over the food at dinner, but once they ate they returned to their cabin where they both finished the bottle. She was laying in bed, face completely flushed and making soft blissful noises.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He chuckled and tugged off his boots as he downed the rest of the bottle and gasped as he wiped some away from his mouth.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She giggled and rolled over to look at him, "Did it all settle at the bottom~?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"As it always does~" He snarled as he moved over her.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She hummed and pressed into him when he laid with her, "Always an unfortunate happenstance~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"It is, isn't it..~?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She nodded, petting his scales slowly, "Mhm~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"I have another bottle of wine, why let the night end now, hm~?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I'm already very fone, love~ how easy do you want me to be~?" She asked.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"I want you begging for attention, my love~" He purred. He moved over to the bag and grabbed another bottle and popped it. A bottle and a half later they were both passed out, half dressed.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She was laying over his broad chest, her arm draped loosely over his waist as she slept soundly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He held her close, and slept heavily, slipping into a deep dream state.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He was dreaming about her, as he always did, but this time it was in the Palace of Kings in Windhelm, fucking her ragged right there on the banquet table in front of every Nord in the Palace.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He had cleared the room, just to ruin her on their banquet. He slammed hard and fast into her, pouring some of their most expensive honey wine onto her back just to lick it clean off of her.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Hulara~!!" She cried, leaving claw marks in the wood of the table.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He roared loudly and plowed harder and harder into her, pressing the bottle to her lips. "Drink to the victory of your empire, Satlyn."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She tried to drink with him pounding into her, some spilling from the corners of her mouth.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He roared and downed the rest of the bottle as he plowed into her, smashing it against the wall and moving to pick her up and press her into the throne.