Although they were both creatures spun of deceit and treachery, there were surprisingly few lies between them. Isabella flushed proudly at the name he called her, and this made the King's smile grow sharper, hungrier. She was no spring filly to this game of seduction, and nor did she pretend to be. Such falseness as that would have left a bad taste in his mouth, so it was wise that she did not try to fool the King into thinking of her as something that she was not. They each held bounty for the other, and made no attempts to hide what they craved. It was a dangerous game, but a skilled one, and there held little risk in it for Sirius - This he knew, and reveled in.
His words sent a teasing shudder through her, which in turn sent a hot rush of fire through his veins. Oh, she was good at her craft - Excellent, even. His headache was all but forgotten, his entire attention focused sharply on her as she moved. The woman rose slowly, gracefully, a serpent uncoiling before him. His muscles tensed as she approached, his desire evident in the stirring between muscular thighs. They were primal beasts at heart - They merely played at civility, for as long as it entertained them to do so.
Her fingers reached out to brush against his neck, setting all the fur there on edge as his pulse leapt to the slight touch. Pupils dilated with instantaneous arousal, almost lost to the surge of vivid, acidic green that lingered about them. The monarch was said to have eyes the color of poison, of venom, and this was certainly the case now. His black lips lifted to show a sharp glitter of a smile, or a snarl, but no movement came to stop her as her hand trailed down over his pectoral, where four wicked scars laced the flesh above his cold reptilian heart.
She crouched, and his eyes followed attentively, large ears dipping back as muscles leapt beneath her skilled hand. He was like a skittish stallion, bursting with energy and strength, just barely holding it back by the chains of his iron willpower.
Her hand stroked lower still, just skirting by the proudest part of him, which was already showing the truth of how much her administrations had made him eager. His breath was released in a sharp hiss through clenched teeth, a warning that her teasing was pushing him close to some invisible inner edge. Then her palms settled on his well-muscled thighs, which twitched beneath the touch. The claws on his hands had scratched deep into the stone of the throne, leaving white scars in the marbled surface. Her husky words were voice on a soft pink tongue, and wicked as he was, Sirius could not resist her unearthly temptation. "Then you shall have what it is you want," He snarled lowly, the words ground out between clenched jaws. She had, indeed, found his weakness; His adoration for beauty, for sensuality. She seemed to have won this battle between them.
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