Zenos.

\A mere test of standing. He is well aware where he stands in truth, but that action is rare. But just as he had hoped, there was ease. He spoke at her neck, head tilted to her ear.\

back blown out until you cannot think straight... a declaration to be handled aggressively, then. are you prepared?

take it from me.

"I am part primal. Your magic will do little in harm."

Squeezing tighter.

"I refuse."

No one see that, erase it from memory

// I used a contraction on Zenos I should eat iron like Johnny Silverhand told me to do

it is not yours anymore.

"A jam, a jelly, an addition of savory, an addition of sweet, there is plenty of options to choose from."

Her bite is amusing, nudging at her fangs gently.

Wrapping them into a bear hug to constrict.

"Punishment."

i don't see why i should.

Ankle grab. Yank to the ground.

mm. is that going to make you feel better? restore your eyes?

womp womp.

i find there is no obligation that i should need compensate you for a power you could not hold onto, as you had been previously bested the power out of.

He is hit. He has fallen over. A loud thud.

and?

hm.

could it not be said to be both?

\He huffs a laugh under his breath, leaning down to let his lips remain inches from her neck.\

flattery is divine in our court, and i am but a humble juror willing to further your joys with my verdict.

\A brief kiss to her skin.\

Her tail swishing about gave credence to her joy, content that she was. His hand in gentle at her cheek, but leaving soon after only with a brief and very light grab, a weak attempt at a pinch to tease.

"Hm. Perhaps a spread would do the bread some more graces."

help but let a chuckle slip as their tongues acquainted with one another. This was amusing all the same, his truest friend and enemy, one who spited him for so long now on his lap and swapping kisses, saliva, and all manner of interest under the sun.

He shall show his interest in due time.

mind partaking in what she offers, as it was definitely within the realm of interest for them both, he's sure.

If there was a movement she would prefer more, definitely it would come at the behest of his guide grip, the controlled rolling of her hips to match his own, a controlled pace. He couldn't

would simply need testing, then.

Twas no dig at Amelia, but a woman of her weight class had much to offer, a moment of Zenos' hand moving off her head and grabbing hold of her rear with a firm smack to accompany it. She was a woman who flaunted her body, flaunted her assets. Clear she would not

That writhing. A means of escape? Conflicting. She was just as indulgent in reciprocating his advances as she delivered her own. No, not escape. Testing? Perhaps. She wants that feeling of before, when they were enemies. When blood was the only treasure to gain when exchanging blows. Her mettle

am i meant to feel remorse?

not particularly. twas never something i frequented.

not at all. you get used to it after plenty of razing.

me.

the smell of embers is quite strong.

\Smug smirk. He finally lays her down, following atop her.\

have i ever mentioned your wiggles are quite adorable, love?

her head.

Possessive.

His tongue dips past their lips to play with hers, twirling and grazing against her tongue like it was his to entangle.

She wants that roughness? Then he shall simply have to claim her as his.