Carpe Diem
Someone once said Burn My Dread, babe
- Joined
- Mar 5, 2019
- Location
- A Corner of Memories
She was nothing if not unruly, as if her every action was guided to nip at his patience, to challenge his authority. Part of him was regretting giving into her demands for drink, more than likely the fuel to her defiance. There was a rising growl in his throat each time she would make one of her snarky, feisty retorts, his tail, which had been pleasantly swaying about a few minutes ago, coiled with tension as he tried his best to keep his cool. His ears pulled back, his brows furrowed, Xeno watched the woman closely, trying to understand the reason for her change in demeanor. Surely, alcohol gave on the courage to do the things they were afraid to do normally, but Morgana had to have a good reason to be as spiteful as she was being. Had he, perhaps, played with her too much? Now that he thought about it, the elven princess had been filled with an unmistakable need throughout the day. While she had been quite attuned to his needs, especially when he became jealous, Xeno had all but ignored her own. It made sense that this was her idea of retribution. A man as obstinate as the Beast King, however, was not one to apologize for teasing his prey, especially when she'd been keeping herself free from his calculating claws, slipping away whenever he thought he had her. When he was so close to making her his.
“I’ve yet to experience this… dexterity.” He stole a glimpse of her as she went to smooth her skirt over, his eyes following her fingers as she nearly revealed herself in front of him. Frustration clouded ambers, his hands reaching to grab the edge of the table, some attempt at keeping the sight to himself only, though he was sure he was the only one aware of her lack of undergarments beneath that short piece of clothing. He sucked in air, trying his best to keep himself from pinning the woman down on the table. "Perhaps you haven't earned the right to have me show you said dexterity. My fingers paint the most colorful of pieces upon even the palest of... canvases..." The wolf allowed his fingers to ghost over her hips, holding the woman in place as he pressed his lips to her stomach, placing the lightest of kisses on her belly button. "... Hundred and twenty-one..." He whispered against the hollowed bit. He remained there for a few moments, nuzzling the smoothness of her abdomen before he retreated, gazing up at her.
She was, amusingly, quite displeased with his bold motions, protesting him fervently despite having done nothing to actually stop him. He had to wonder if the embarrassment worked as a thrill to the woman, and her protests were an attempt to keep her dignity intact. So long as she could keep convincing herself that he did as he pleased with her, she'd remain the chaste princess, forced by her terrible king to do all kinds of indignating, shameful things. Xeno nodded at his thoughts, packing them away for a later date; they would certainly be fun to play around with once Morgana was more comfortable with his pace. "Beast indeed..." He gave her an unapologetic smirk as she stole from him, clearly unabated despite his bold assertation of his dominance. Well, it would be boring if she just gave in right away. Yet, in the back of his mind, he was still annoyed at her defiance, like a constant prodding in the back of his head, telling him to take away her choice. The darker recesses of his mind flashed a scene of the woman, bound and gagged, helpless to resist him. Her drunken, challenging expression was replaced with one of fear and submission. He had to shake his head free of such dangerous thoughts, his tail uncoiling as he felt his tension giving way. Xeno watched her down half of the bottle's contents in one, drawn-out swig, his expression unamused, but his eyes betraying how impressed he was at the elf's resilience. It was not often one had the courage to down a drink with such a strong odor, let alone that bitterness.
"Paint something for you...?" Xeno tilted his head slightly, his ear drooping a bit in confusion. Out of all things she could ask for, she'd decided for having him paint for her? He'd only ever mentioned it as a passing comment, yet she had given it much more importance than he thought it was worth. For a man like him, hunting, smithing, perhaps even horseback-riding were more appropriate hobbies, so it seemed logical that she would poke fun of it, yet she was more fascinated in it than he had imagined she could be. When the bottle was set back down on the table, it was his turn to snatch it away, sighing audibly. "You know, my paintings aren't that special..." He admitted, taking a generous swig at the bottle, though more reserved than the woman that was currently perching herself back on his lap.
It was an effort to not break under her touch, to keep his face stony, cool, unfeeling as those slim fingers of hers drew lines over his chest. "I could just..." he leaned his head back, holding back a shiver as hot breath crashed over wet skin. "... take what I want. I'm sure you wouldn't hate that either..." Xeno wrapped his arm around her, claws hovering over her lower back, scratching at her skin lightly. Meeting her gaze nearly made his will break, his salvation in the bottle on his other hand. After a moment's silence, he downed the last of the bottle's contents, slamming the empty vessel onto the table, his eyes glazed over slightly as he met her demonic, emerald gaze again. She looked like an infamous succubus, her very image made compatible with his very dreams. "What I want?" He repeated her inquiry, his breath strong with alcohol. He could intoxicate someone with simply exhaling into them. His head wobbled slightly, his ears flickering curiously. "That's obvious, isn't it?" Xeno grinned, hand gripping her buttock, nails digging deep into the supple, firm flesh.
"I want everything about you. Your body, your love, your hatred, everything you feel... to be mine." Xeno's manhood was raging with need and the added boost of intoxication, liquid disinhibition rushing to his head and the rest of his body. Particularly, without the need to think deeply, blood could be redirected elsewhere, which Morgana would be finding out swiftly. "But if I had to choose for tonight... I think I'd like to show you what these fingers are really good for..." He'd been ignoring her needs all day long, too, and he had to make up to her. Even in his drunken stupor, he could feel the overwhelming heat between her legs, begging to be satisfied. Xeno slipped a hand into his pocket, producing a few silver coins, and tossed them onto the table before picking Morgana up in one arm, picking her bags up in the other. Despite the fuzzy state of his mind, he was still quite skillful, his muscles ingrained with graceful, though burly movements. Even as the other patrons looked up to them, he ignored them as he made his way to the stairs, climbing up them despite a few protests. Up the stairs and down the hall, he walked to Morgana's room, stopping right in front of it when he realized he had no way of opening it. Only then did he let her down.
"I wonder..." He muttered under his breath as he waited for Morgana to open the door. "I wonder if you're really ready for what I'm about to do to you..."
“I’ve yet to experience this… dexterity.” He stole a glimpse of her as she went to smooth her skirt over, his eyes following her fingers as she nearly revealed herself in front of him. Frustration clouded ambers, his hands reaching to grab the edge of the table, some attempt at keeping the sight to himself only, though he was sure he was the only one aware of her lack of undergarments beneath that short piece of clothing. He sucked in air, trying his best to keep himself from pinning the woman down on the table. "Perhaps you haven't earned the right to have me show you said dexterity. My fingers paint the most colorful of pieces upon even the palest of... canvases..." The wolf allowed his fingers to ghost over her hips, holding the woman in place as he pressed his lips to her stomach, placing the lightest of kisses on her belly button. "... Hundred and twenty-one..." He whispered against the hollowed bit. He remained there for a few moments, nuzzling the smoothness of her abdomen before he retreated, gazing up at her.
She was, amusingly, quite displeased with his bold motions, protesting him fervently despite having done nothing to actually stop him. He had to wonder if the embarrassment worked as a thrill to the woman, and her protests were an attempt to keep her dignity intact. So long as she could keep convincing herself that he did as he pleased with her, she'd remain the chaste princess, forced by her terrible king to do all kinds of indignating, shameful things. Xeno nodded at his thoughts, packing them away for a later date; they would certainly be fun to play around with once Morgana was more comfortable with his pace. "Beast indeed..." He gave her an unapologetic smirk as she stole from him, clearly unabated despite his bold assertation of his dominance. Well, it would be boring if she just gave in right away. Yet, in the back of his mind, he was still annoyed at her defiance, like a constant prodding in the back of his head, telling him to take away her choice. The darker recesses of his mind flashed a scene of the woman, bound and gagged, helpless to resist him. Her drunken, challenging expression was replaced with one of fear and submission. He had to shake his head free of such dangerous thoughts, his tail uncoiling as he felt his tension giving way. Xeno watched her down half of the bottle's contents in one, drawn-out swig, his expression unamused, but his eyes betraying how impressed he was at the elf's resilience. It was not often one had the courage to down a drink with such a strong odor, let alone that bitterness.
"Paint something for you...?" Xeno tilted his head slightly, his ear drooping a bit in confusion. Out of all things she could ask for, she'd decided for having him paint for her? He'd only ever mentioned it as a passing comment, yet she had given it much more importance than he thought it was worth. For a man like him, hunting, smithing, perhaps even horseback-riding were more appropriate hobbies, so it seemed logical that she would poke fun of it, yet she was more fascinated in it than he had imagined she could be. When the bottle was set back down on the table, it was his turn to snatch it away, sighing audibly. "You know, my paintings aren't that special..." He admitted, taking a generous swig at the bottle, though more reserved than the woman that was currently perching herself back on his lap.
It was an effort to not break under her touch, to keep his face stony, cool, unfeeling as those slim fingers of hers drew lines over his chest. "I could just..." he leaned his head back, holding back a shiver as hot breath crashed over wet skin. "... take what I want. I'm sure you wouldn't hate that either..." Xeno wrapped his arm around her, claws hovering over her lower back, scratching at her skin lightly. Meeting her gaze nearly made his will break, his salvation in the bottle on his other hand. After a moment's silence, he downed the last of the bottle's contents, slamming the empty vessel onto the table, his eyes glazed over slightly as he met her demonic, emerald gaze again. She looked like an infamous succubus, her very image made compatible with his very dreams. "What I want?" He repeated her inquiry, his breath strong with alcohol. He could intoxicate someone with simply exhaling into them. His head wobbled slightly, his ears flickering curiously. "That's obvious, isn't it?" Xeno grinned, hand gripping her buttock, nails digging deep into the supple, firm flesh.
"I want everything about you. Your body, your love, your hatred, everything you feel... to be mine." Xeno's manhood was raging with need and the added boost of intoxication, liquid disinhibition rushing to his head and the rest of his body. Particularly, without the need to think deeply, blood could be redirected elsewhere, which Morgana would be finding out swiftly. "But if I had to choose for tonight... I think I'd like to show you what these fingers are really good for..." He'd been ignoring her needs all day long, too, and he had to make up to her. Even in his drunken stupor, he could feel the overwhelming heat between her legs, begging to be satisfied. Xeno slipped a hand into his pocket, producing a few silver coins, and tossed them onto the table before picking Morgana up in one arm, picking her bags up in the other. Despite the fuzzy state of his mind, he was still quite skillful, his muscles ingrained with graceful, though burly movements. Even as the other patrons looked up to them, he ignored them as he made his way to the stairs, climbing up them despite a few protests. Up the stairs and down the hall, he walked to Morgana's room, stopping right in front of it when he realized he had no way of opening it. Only then did he let her down.
"I wonder..." He muttered under his breath as he waited for Morgana to open the door. "I wonder if you're really ready for what I'm about to do to you..."