[M] What else could you possibly teach me?

Sirius Revlis · 01-01-2012, 11:14 PM

[html]

wordcount: +616

She played the game so well that even he, master puppeteer, allowed himself to be fooled. Narrowed pupils watched each sumptuous curve as the woman sauntered in to his chamber, her steps silent and her eyes simmering. She was raw sexuality, as blatant and powerful as the lavender scent which accompanied her. In spite of himself, lust curled deeper within the cold, reptilian veins of the Thistle monarch. But he was a king at this game they played, and could with relative ease hide the arousal from his glowering features.

Perhaps it was her smell, or merely her beautiful form distracting him, but Sirius thought that he felt the throbbing pain within his skull lighten somewhat as she approached.

His eyes obediently trailed the upward curve of her breasts as they were promptly displayed with the ease of crossing her arms. His glittering ruby lay amongst that welcoming bosom, toyed between two f her claws. Narrowed pupils darted between that sumptuous tease and the seductiveness of her features. She was not a pretty woman; Not dainty, nor fragile in appearance. Rather, a flagrant beauty, almost bursting with outlandish charms to woo any warm-blooded man. Sirius was not immune to her, either, and the nearer she came the faster his blood flowed.

Her thick purr gathered his attention, and brooding features lifted attentively, sharpening as she spoke of rank and rise. Large coyote ears lifted as she lowered her body abruptly to the cold floor at his feet; The position was highly suspicious, thick with innuendo as she kneeling before him. It was all he could do to maintain a cold composure, when the banquette of her sumptuous female form was so obviously displayed before him. Swallowing saliva that had pooled him his mouth, the monarch made a soft, growly sound of interest, and allowed her to continue speaking.

She knew well how to play to his proud tastes, of dominance and arrogance that suited his brooding features so handsomely. Her apparent humbleness, with lowered head and sweet words, pleased him in many ways. She had tuned in to his masculine need to be praised and revered by the women around him, and Sirius was finding it increasingly difficult to find flaw in her words, or to hold tight to the suspicion that cloaked him. Her scent was clouding his mind most peculiarly, making it difficult to think decisively, or with the cunning he usually employed.

"Is that so?" Came the thick growl, his syrupy tone still infused with irritancy, although the sharp edge of his temper had been blunted by her wiles. He knew well what to do with her, for she was openly a whore, and his tastes had burned for her once before. Salmon tongue ran over his sharp yellow teeth. "You have skills, that none can deny… Perhaps you seek a new job to better suit them," His growly tone was that of a panther, wooed to the lap of the pretty maiden. However, danger still lurked in the acidic hue of his eyes, and she was surely smart enough to know to watch her step. If the king were to suspect himself of being played so thoroughly, his retaliation would no doubt be swift, and brutal. However, if her special talents could keep him satisfied for long enough, it was likely that Isabella Heiwa would be able to have whatever it was she desired. It was a dangerous game the Gypsy woman played.

Settling deeper into his throne, Sirius eyed her hungrily a moment longer. "What would you have me do with you, Isabella?" There was a sinister gravel to his warm tenor, almost as suggestive as her own voice had been.

Sirius Revlis

Hail the Conqueror Worm

Login




Remember me Lost Password?