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here you will see the tale that I shall tell you it, even if you do not believe me.
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The heavy scent of thick lavender oil pervaded the wet air. It curled from the small glass vial when the thick, yellow liquid dripped like honey from the glass into a jar of warped glass. It was a jar her own kind created, not the stuff of the dead ones. True, the human's glass works were sturdy and just as nice, but there was something unique about the patterns in hand-blown glass jars. This one came from Freetown, which a customer had once brought her rose water in. It had been, undoubtedly an expensive gift for him to give. But she had rewarded him well for his efforts and thoughtfulness. Unfortunately, he was the one who had found a knife between his shoulder blades not too long ago. Thoughtful as he had once been, his stubborn, selfish jealousies irked her. Of course, he had also brought her the lavender just days before she had ended his wretched existence.
It was all his fault. It was entirely his fault that she had to flee. No one would come see a woman who would easily slit a man's throat as she would straddle him between her legs. Everything had been so perfect in Montreal. She had learned snatches of the local French, and had used the sweet, sultry tongue to get the monolingual canines. She had worked her tail off to get her small flat clean and decorated to her highly demanding tastes. It had been swathed in beautiful red silks and shimmering clothes. It would have been especially gorgeous around this time of year. Candles in salvaged metallic holders glimmered in the dark nights, making the rooms glow gold. The fireplace would have been lit, not for warmth, but to provide atmosphere. It would smell of hickory and pine, depending on what wood she found, mixed with the lavender scented candles she had traded for. It would make for a wonder winter.
Now, she was stuck in a hole in the ground in a crumbling ruins. Nothing could be done with the situation at the moment, either. Winter made it difficult to build and the woman did not want to order about slaves when her own rank was low on the chain here. Her place in this pack of liars was far from secured. She wanted so much from this place, but was unsure if it would be given to her. Isabella did not know what her limits were, though she had learned quickly that the best way to decide was that if you had to ask, you probably should shy away from it. Granted, she had taken a communal slave to help with her den, but that had felt right. After all, she was supposed to be incorporated into the thistle kingdom, right?
The oil dripped slowly into the jar, the flow halting as soon as the woman tipped the vial straight. A long piece of cork with a tapered end stuffed up the vial. With a sigh, she looked at the half empty vial of oil before tucking it away in a shelving nook in her den. She scrambled out of it, hunched over but keeping the glass jar steady. An old, cleaned steel pot was heating water. Thankfully, it had not yet begun to bubble, so the woman took it off the hot embers gingerly with a rough rag. It was steaming gently, but was cooling quickly. Slowly, Isabella poured the hot water into the jar, so the oil could dilute properly. She set the pot next to the rough fire pit and picked up her bone comb. She swirled it in the warm water and gave a satisfied smile as the wafting scent of lavender rose up to meet her willing nose. Satisfied, she ran the comb dripping with lavender water through her hair, easing out the tangles. Isabella had to be dignified, after all.
Isabella smoothed her pelt, adjusted her heavy crimson skirt with the yellow thread embroideries, and made sure to center Sirius's payment between her bosom. She touched the cold metal and gem, resignation in her sigh. As much of a danger as that man was, he was her reliable source of information. She had to know what to do, she had to know how to be useful. To be part of the Family meant honor and prestige. And prestige came with infamy, especially if the names of the promoted was given at every group supper the leaders held. Isabella was gussied up and ready to strut her stuff. If only the man would notice the care she took, and the effort taken to see him.
Thankfully, she was mercifully close to his own domicile. But she knew he was not the kind to gladly welcome people into his sanctum. So, outside of his domain, she stood. Well, everything was his domain, wasn't it? Isabella gave a final sigh and put on her sultry smile, eyes smokey as she called out the thistle king's name. It certainly did not taste like barbs on her tongue, but she knew he was just as likely to bloom as he was to stab wandering fingers with briar thorns.
The king's foul mood lingered over him like the bruised clouds of a storm. He felt fettered by recent whispers brought to his large, coyote ears - There was dissent bubbling and brooding beyond their borders, and the movement of more loners suggested the congealing of another pack to the North, near the unknown grounds on the other side of Halcyon. Political troubles stressed him; It had been some time since Salsola had been troubled by the approach of a neighbor. Inferni had kept its respectable distance, as had the Salsolans from its border of skulls. But this newness meant that they would be surrounded - A very uncomfortable feeling for the sly thistle monarch.
As always, his stress headaches came and went. One pounded lightly behind his eyes now, as the tall, dark man paced the gloom of his chamber. More items had been added to its reserve; A thickening of the pile of pelts that made his bed, for extra warmth during the cold nights, assorted luxuries from a trip to the Freetown ports, along with an odd assortment of parchment and scribbles that he had been making recently. It had been a year since he had last put pen to paper, and for a while the Revlis man thought such skill evaded him; But as with all civil things, it had come back at last, and he had been able to write his thoughts in ink onto the stained paper sheets. Some were words, some pictures - Any way to ease the load of his genius mind, that mechanism which never seemed to stop. Perhaps that would ease his migraines.
He had just taken off his thick bearhide coat and flung it over the impressive stone throne at the central rear of the room when her voice pervaded the relative silence. The king hesitated, poised in the action of sitting down, before he slumped fully into the throne. Isabella. Her tone brought back memories of their meeting at the border; That had been the last time the pair had truly interacted. He wondered absently what had brought her, but thought that perhaps he deserved a pretty distractions from the painful musings of his mind, and so replied. "Come in," Came the smooth tenor tones, husky where his voice portrayed his foul mood. Glittering eyes rose expectantly to the doorway, and saw her there, the lower half of her sumptuous form dressed in the thick red cloth of her skirt, and her rich upper curves baring the gift he had given her last. Narrowed pupils rested there a moment, on the glittering ruby at her breast, before lifting slowly. Her scent had come with her - A rich smell of luxurious lavender that he instantly associated with the woman. Arousal instinctively curled within his belly, but feeling surly and still somewhat in pain from his headache, the king merely glared at her with narrow eyes. "What troubles you, Isabella, that you think it necessary to disturb me?" His tone was presumptuous, but no doubt she had dealt with arrogant men before, and knew how to sooth their ruffles.
I'll put in a mature warning when things get to that point c:
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For a few painful moments, Isabella felt the pangs of fear prickle through her skin like an uncomfortable coat. Silence awaited her call to the Thistle King, and she was truly worried he was not present. All of her hard work preparing herself would have gone to waste and she would have to return another time, maybe even days from now. If he was truly gone from the territory, his Auxiliary wold be in charge. But Isabella preferred to learn from the King. He was a man and all men were weak to the whiles of a woman skilled in the art of love and bodily pleasures. Sirius had enjoyed her touches rather well the last time the two of them had met. Rather, when she came seeking a place in his kingdom of liars, he had paid for services and services she did render. Perhaps she had been deluded, and had not realized his displeasure in her work, which would leave a mark on her reputation for certain. If that was the case, she would have to find a way to improve his opinion of her abilities, because they were considerable and they had not but touched upon the surface of the pool of her capabilities.
Thankfully, he called out to her in his deep resonating voice. However, his tone was far from welcoming and excited. Now, she had no choice but to enter his lair, wrapped in little more than an easily removable skirt of felt cloth and smelling faintly of lavender. Perhaps she ought to have worn her more translucent skirt with the belt of large golden disks that tinkled lightly whenever they struck a neighbor. But look at the mildly pained expression in the man's eyes, Isabella knew it was good that she came simply adorned with the most effectual accentuating accessories. The skirt may have been on the heavier side and the hem stiff with thread, but it hugged her hips and rear, just below her tail. The man knew her figure by now and this was an obvious display of it. Anything for temptation.
Sirius scowled at her, but the woman ignored it with practiced ease. Her lips curled into a luxurious smile and her arms wrapped across her chest, just below her breasts. The motion pushed them up with her arms, direction attention to them. A light hand played with the stone hanging off her neck, letting her deft fingers wrap around the chain. "I apologize for disturbing you, my Lord," purred the colorful woman, taking a few steps into the King's domain. Isabella knew she had to watch her step here, where the wrong word or motion would mean failure. But her steps were calculated with ease to make her hips sway gently and the skirt to briefly hug the outline of a long leg.
His tone was nothing if not not imperious. He demanded the answer and it was not one she could refuse answering. Mood seemingly fowl, Sirius did not seem to be alright with her usual coy aloofness. For now. "After your announcement at the Supper, it got me thinking rather carefully," she said smoothly, as she took a few more steps to the King on his throne. But before she could move ever closer, she gracefully dropped to her knees before the man of Thistles. From this angle, the man could peer down on her, as was sure to satisfy his arrogant nature. That and he could look down the curve of her body. Isabella gave the King a smokey look from under her brows, smiling ever coyly. "All these new Family folk have their duties, fighters, fishers." She said the last word with a faint hint of amusement.
"But I fear I do not fit any of your duties. I am thus unfit for them. My skills are not common and do not fit." Isabella glanced to the floor, tactfully, but kept the light smile on her lips. The hand twirling the chain around her neck moved to lay across her collarbones, over her heart. A sign of weakness as well as desire. A gambit she knew how to play. "You are our magnanimous King, and I know you'll know what to do with me." Her yellow-blue eyes were slowly raised up to look at Sirius, and she added, "And my situation."
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.
There would be no wavering of attentions here. Isabella knew how the man wanted her to present herself. She knew how he wanted to be treated, if his reactions were an example to gauge. It was satisfying to know that her presence was not what gave him a foul mood and that he was still willing to play their game of seductress and cunning king. Both were skilled players and each had a full hand of cards. The one with the most to lose, however was the whore on her knees. And she was well aware of her precarious situation.
He controlled her life and her fate in this pack. If she displeased him greatly, he could hurt her in ways she did not want to imagine. Physical pain was the least of her worries. If he slandered her in some way, or publicly insulted her here, she would never rise from the ashes of her defeat. Being removed from this place would be too nice a move for him to ever do it, unless he was charitable and her sin not great. The ground was fragile, like ice, and the woman had to watch her footsteps and keep her balance. If she fell, she would not resurface from the failure. So Isabella kept her mind working and her blood as unaffected by his own charms as best as she could. Though, despite her skills and knowledge, his dangerous whiles worked on her. His appearance did not help the desire in her for a strong man and a good bed companion.
At his questioning, Isabella nodded her dark head, white, black and brown strands of hair bobbing in front of her eyes for a moment before being swept back. Her moves were fluid, like water, and every touch had meaning. It was a caressing motion, movement mimicking a man's touch upon her face. Simple trick, not even that notable. Oh her bag of tricks was deep and this was just the top of the pile everyone could see.
Isabella's strangely colored eyes kept gazing at his muscular features and strong body. "I am not without talent, my lord, as you very well know," she said with something of a challenge in her eyes. Good luck in resisting her talents, of course. Not that he would. He had not dismissed her and he seemed very focused on her and her own curvacious figure. His eyes had warning though his own tones were that of a challenge to her. "That is so; I seek a job suited to my particular abilities and skills." Isabella's hands fell into her lap, resting delicately there. Pressed between her two upper arms, her breasts seemed larger, more attempts to tempt the King of Thistles.
Watching Sirius settle into his throne of stone, the woman felt satisfied that she had interested the King and distracted him from whatever it was fouling his mood. Certainly, she could distract him much better if he so wished. With a laugh at his low words, suggestive to the fullest, Isabella straightened her back, still on her knees. Arms outspread, she showed the man all he had before him. "Whatever you wish to have, my lord." Her emphasis on his rank over her and his royal privilege was cooed with a silky tone, like a sweet candy on her tongue.
She was like a flame before him, a fire that he could command. The power to have her, kneeling at his feet, was one of the aspects that kept Sirius so attentive. Isabella knew her trade well, but she was not a creature who sold her wiles for a petty fee. The King knew that she was expensive, but all luxuries were, and this did not phase his mood. Sirius Revlis was, after all, a very wealthy man.
Every movement she made enticed him; They were, in some primal way that she so effectively employed, orchestrated to entice and please him. The monarch felt his body responding to her, even as his face remained dark and brooding. But her sugary tone could pull him from his sulk, and soon those irritable eyes flashed with a new darkness, a mirth that gleamed in his wicked yellow smile. "You temptress," The King hissed, his narrowed pupils glittering with approval. She had played a risky card, and it proved worthwhile, "Thinking to persuade me with such words? I do not give out jobs to just anyone, you know," the Boss was not afraid of her ambition; Rather, it excited him. There was no fun in one content to remain at the bottom of the ladder - No fire, no spark with which to ignite.
Her arms opened wide, baring soft ivory flesh to his famished gaze. More saliva pooled in his mouth, glistening on his teeth as he spoke. "Oh, Isabella, there are many things I would do to you-" The purr was deep and terribly wicked, irresistibly charming. His days in London had schooled a youthful Sirius in the art of the opposite gender; He was, to those who offered feedback, a splendid lover. Since taking a period of abstinence at the founding of Salsola, the monarch had denied himself the pleasures that supple young bodies such as hers could provide; They had been too much of a distraction, in those early days when the pack had needed his whole, ingenious attention. But Salsola was stronger, now, and his method of abstaining had grown lax. There were too many temptations, such as this exotic flower before him, to tease and delight.
Dark claws dug into the stone arm-rests of his throne, showing the passionate energy that had begun to course through him. His body was responding faster now, and she might have seen the effect her presence was having upon him - He made no effort to hide it. Her scent wrapped lavender fingers around his brain, soothing the ache there, replacing it with an ache of a new kind. "How you tease your King… I ought to have you punished for such forwardness," Although there was that hint of danger to his tone, it was obvious that Sirius had no intention of doing any such thing. He sat taller, emanating dominance; The musk of his authority oozed from every pore. He was well aware of the allure of his power, and like the peacock he owned, did not often hesitate to display it.
probably soon but I got the warning up c: I apologize for the pp, let me know if I need to change it
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The woman of the night felt her neck fur bristle slightly at his words, cautious of whatever secret meaning lay hidden in his words. He smiled truly, but on his visage that was still as wicked as sin. Who knew what thoughts of deception or torture lay hidden behind that grin of his? His words did not match the tone he used to utter them, for he seemed to approve of the way she came across to the King. Her risk had been great, that was not lost on her, nor was it lost on the man before her. Isabella was not used to playing such a risky game, especially when it felt as though a misstep meant a noose around her neck. But she was not unintelligent and she adapted well to situations. He may call her names, but they were all true to her nature. There were plenty of them to go around.
In response to his accusation -- which was accurate of course -- Isabella simply sent him a side long glance over her shoulder. Her arms returned to wrap around her chest, letting fingers dig into her biceps. Her grin was one of self-satisfaction, there was no point in denying it. Sirius knew she would be happy for her own success and he would not be deceived by modesty. And modesty did not seem to be something he wanted from her either. It was a win/win situation. How could she complain?
Sirius purred his sultry words and Isabella let her body ripple in a mock shudder as she pressed her bosom together with silky movements. Oh, she knew he could do a many terrible things to her. Such were men, able to do but a few things. At least this man was terribly attractive, muscles tight beneath a dark pelt. The scars showed a fighter, someone strong, a winner. All admirable qualities and it made her even more wary of the man. He was a good lover, that she had learned first hand. But he was still dangerous and she would be careful to please him, as much as she hated to bow to men. At least he was not fat and disgusting.
His body, tense with evident desire, seemed on the edge. He was clearly aroused by her displays and the many cards she had dealt before him. But he dangled some important ones for her; a duty all her own as well as her reputation. Not that she minded one of sin. No, that was only to her benefit. As he cooed his honey venom words, Isabella rose slowly to her feet. The movements were slow, only because she wanted to keep up the fluid motions. She had to appear graceful and smooth.
If she were not wearing such a long heavy skirt, she would have made a display on hands and knees to crawl to his waiting lap. Instead, Isabella kept her movements slow, swaying her hips and tail proudly as she closed the distance between him. Standing before him, she let a hand delicately touch his neck, fingers trailing down his chest. With the downward motion of her digits, she crouched before the King on his stone throne. The hand went lower, but it skipped terribly close to his most precious appendage, as she resting her hands opposite each other on his thighs. Looking up at the man with her bi-hued eyes, Isabella gave a wide smile, letting her tongue run over her slightly bared teeth slightly. "I have asked a great favor of you, my lord. I mean to pay well for your consideration."
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.
Her eyes watched his every reaction to her touches. His muscles pulsed and jerked underneath her fingertips. She noted it all. A good courtesan would know what to do the next time she encountered the same man, and she knew that Sirius would not be done with her quite so easily. Not that she would ever want such a thing. Her power came from the ability to lure, to attract, and this man's attraction was clear. And it was right on the edge of her fingers. Yet, she could feel the strength of hard earned muscles rippling beneath her touch, and she could feel the power behind them. It was hard to miss such a thing, when it was presented before her very eyes. Sirius was dangerous, as dangerous as they came, and that only aided in giving her excitement. If there was no risk, why would she play at this game?
Isabella's attraction to this man was purely primal, brought on by his displays of power as well as his physical appearance. Rugged and dangerous, he was like a sharp knife. You knew it would cut you the moment it met your fingertips, but you can't help testing the sharpness of the edge. That was what made her blood race and her loins bubble with desire. She could perform well with a man no matter the situation, but an attraction would help bring out her own pleasure. As a whore, she had to find her own pleasure in her encounters, even if the men were less than desirable. Sirius being so handsome in her eyes only made the scenario that much easier.
This proximity allowed the woman to see the man better. His musk welled up in her nose and she noted the potency and familiarity of it. Did it not define the scent of the borders? Of the land they resided upon? This man was power incarnate and he sat before her. Her fingers were close to his manhood, and she was the one here to please him.
Giving a satisfied murmur and shifting her shoulders, Isabella let a hand snake from his thigh, caressing it as she let it slither upon his manhood with light pressure added to her touches. "My lord is most generous. I know you will find the best job for one of my ilk," she said with a slight coo. A deft and practiced hand squeezed Sirius's precious lower length, coaxing it into fullness. Beneath her hand, she let him rise. Her eyes were set on his solid features, even as she stroked him and he reacted to her touch.
Isabella slowly bobbed her head to his pelvis, allowing him a single touch of caressing tongue. Eyes still intently focused on the Thistle King, the woman pressed forward, breasts against his thighs and the stone throne's seat. "What does my lord desire?" Her strokes continued even as she peered up at him, eyes dancing with mischief and desire. Few men would be as involved if they did not believe their courtesan was not enjoying herself and was not desirous of him in return. It was not hard to show the King of her own desires. For him, it was simpler still and she held the evidence in the palm of her hand.
uhm, it looks sorta like THIS, so... Big enough for him to slouch all over it, but not huge? IDK :| >> wordcount: +417
His response seemed to please her, and her hand tread the dangerous path up his thigh, to where his arousal awaited her attention. The first touch had the man stiffening, yellowed teeth flashing at her in a sneer as control slipped and slid from his handsome face. A low growl echoed deep in his chest and throat, and while it was a sound of warning, it had the purr of a big cat behind it; Letting her know that her administrations were giving him pleasure.
Her words were accompanied by increased pleasure, and this time the growl slithered between his jaws as a slight moan, eyes feverishly bright upon her. While she held great power over him, here and now, the King had only allowed her to touch him in this way because he was satisfied of his own safety. If he had any inkling that she was a witch, like Eris (who was above his mistrust) and the dark woman, Siv, he might have thought twice about allowing himself to be toyed with in such a way.
Her hands were persuasive, and it was not long before his manhood was full in length and arousal. Her touch elicited a continued growl from deep within him, broken only by a slight pant and the pause as his tongue whispered over the deadly blades of his teeth. However, his restraint nearly broke as her salmon tongue caressed him, and the snarl it brought was livid on his features, a writhing of black lips and a huff of breath that barely escaped clenched yellow incisors. One hand had moved, unconsciously, to hold her head; his wickedly curved claws, sharpened on the bones of prey and enemy alike, were tenuously gentle as they twined in the shining dark locks there. More of her scent twisted into his nostrils, driving the man mad for her from the inside out.
Her question broke his snarl, and although his chest still vibrated with the growl, those glowing eyes centered on her. "You," Came the sharp reply, his voice raspy and almost demonic in its charm and gravelly tenor, "All of you." His hand tightened in her dark locks as hips lifted slightly into her hand. Fingers trailed under her chin, tilting it up towards him as he brought his snarling muzzle down towards hers. Dangerous teeth glittered just inches from her beautiful face, but were sheathed as his own tongue darted out to place a kiss on the side of her smiling maw.
herp I wish it were bigger, then she could do him in it xD also you have pp permission for anythiiiing you want c:
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The reactions were atypical of the male species, and Isabella was terribly smug with satisfaction from it all. The noises the man let spill over his fearful teeth assured her of a job done well. Her strokes were careful to appeal to his desires, focusing in motion and location so as best to illicit his low moans of desire. Throughout, the soft rumble of his deep growl continued as she stroked his stiffened length. These kinds of sounds always told her that what she did was done well and that she was on the right mark.
The moment she had hinted with her single lick of another aspect of this kind encounter, Sirius seemed to surge before her. His growl was loud, sudden and it made her give a smirk of pure satisfaction and pride in work. How could she miss his hand on her head, hinting at what it was he wanted from her. How could she not know of his desires? Men enjoyed being played with and they loved feeling pleasure. They were all creatures of pretty desires, men and women. Pleasures of the body affected all, even if few succumbed to their lust. Sirius could do so with her, but she was paying him well for what he payed for her. It was a trade of sorts, and Isabella would not be stingy in her payment.
His growls were low, and the tone of his voice as he spoke made the fire in her own pelvis rise with her desire. Men of power were her own weakness, but she did not come unraveled under their scrutiny. Sirius was powerful, strong, and the danger all gave her rushes of lustful desire. Sirius gave a light thrust of the pelvis, forcing his length closer to her waiting lips. His hand had been tight in her hair, and then his hand raised her chin up to him. She looked up at him as he moved her head up to meet his kiss. She kept her grin, despite her distaste at the gesture. That was kept private. Kisses were intimate things and lovers always had their share of them. Perhaps this man deserved a few, especially as he controlled what direction her life went.
"Of course, my lord," she said in a matter-of-fact tone, as though it was all so obvious. It naturally was. Regardless, the woman leaned her head over his length and let his length glide past her lips on her tongue. She was careful to cradle the length and keep her teeth far from endangering the precious organ. It was all to please the man. If the man was pleased she would get what she wanted. Her eyes shot up to look at his features, a slight smile present on her lips despite the length they were wrapped around.
After a few moments of head bobs and light noises, Isabella pulled him out of her mouth and licked her lips as she looked up at him. She knew what he wanted of her, but she was here to put on a show as well as pleasure him. Her fingers glided over his manhood before she deftly pulled out of his grasp and stood before the King on his throne.
"What my lord wants he gets, this everyone knows." There was no accusation in her voice, even as she coyly stepped back a tad. Fingers slipped to her skirt, as she slowly let it slide down her hips.
Had he known that the kiss might have signified something else to the woman, perhaps he wouldn't have done it. But to Sirius, the contact was little less than what they had already toyed at - He was, after all, a beast most cunningly disguised as a gentleman. And while he might have been paying for her dues, for the sweet ripeness of her young female body, it was in his nature to seek her pleasure also. Everything was competitive; While he could have ordered her to do such a thing, it was far sweeter to allow her to come upon the idea herself. The idea of rape had never appealed to the man, for he forced his dominance and power in other ways.
Her reply was direct, subservient, allowing the king to relish in his dominance. She was willing to do what pleased him, eager for it, so the peacock thought. But thoughts did not linger long - It was only a moment before her tongue returned to the burning need in his loins, taking the entirety of him into her wet mouth. The monarch snarled again, a dark and sinful sound as the hand on her head pushed only slightly, unable to refrain from the slight pressure that showed he wanted her to take it all.
Her slight noises, and the bobbing of her head, were enough to have the claws of his other hand scraping deeper, more permanent grooves into the stone arm of his throne. His eyes closed briefly, the snarling forgone for a groan, wicked yellow teeth snapping once as her tongue did something wonderful. All too soon, her ministrations stopped; Instantaneously, Sirius removed his hand from her head, allowing it to return to a tight grip on the other arm-rest. Laced as he was with terrible power, both physical and mental, he was not of a mind to force her to continue. However, his face was unable to hide the clean disappointment that shadowed it.
The disappointment did not last long. Narrowed pupils watched as she rose and took a few step backward, before dipping to her nimble fingers as they shimmied the skirt down low on her hips, finally allowing it to slide free to the floor, where the rouge material bunched about her ankles. Naked but for the blood-red ruby he had given her, Isabella was a splendid sight. Her form was graceful, exotic, curvy in just the right places.
The king rose slowly, the scars on his chest moving as though they were alive with each breath he took. Slower still, he closed the gap between them, his eyes feasting themselves on her bareness. With easy, silent steps, the man moved about her in a circle, examining her purely female form from each angle. Finally, his hands reached out to touch; Wicked claws lightly traced along the sweet sweep of her waist, the swell of her hip, until he had moved around to stand before her once more. His erection was full and proud with desire. Both hands moved up along her ribcage, gently, one moving to cup one pert breast as the other slid around to the small of her back.
To be fair, kisses meant nothing to the woman, but to others they may have. She usually stipulated that they were not allowed with her, as men could get the wrong idea from the action. But with Sirius, she was sure he would not let such silly thoughts grow. He was not a man of love and affection, but desire and pride. He would not think that a kiss meant anything. Who would deny the Thistle King what he wanted? No one, and certainly not Isabella.
Disappointment did not last long when Isabella was working on a man and his desires. If there was disappointment longer than the length of a moment, she was failing in her duty. It had happened early where she was at a loss at what the man would want. Soon enough, she learned that if the man did not take the reigns and did make a move, it was her duty to move for him and show him what it was he wanted. All of this was orchestrated for the pure purpose of the man receiving his end of the trade. Surely, there would be no disappointments here, not when he received what he wanted. If their last meeting had been any indication, Sirius would find no fault her services rendered.
Red cloth cascaded down her legs as soon as they had slipped past the curves of her hips and rear. It took but a moment to step out of the ring of emptiness and over the cloth to where both could stand clear. Isabella stood, not a single drop of humility in her features as she stood for the King's viewing pleasure. He eyed her with a familiar hunger and she let her hands move from her sides. She jut a hip to the side as she had one foot before the other in the matter of a few inches. The curl of her tail was just a hint of her strange heritage, though the dog breeds in her blood were already strange enough in combination. The Akita blood softened her hair, though the Tervuren blood kept it thick and luscious. She was quite fortunate that all her genetics worked to create her, an uncommon beauty.
Sirius circled her like a hawk, poisonous eyes taking in every inch of her. She could feel his gaze on her well proportioned body and reveled in it. He approved of it, that much was plain to anyone with eyes and a brain. To others, it would seem silly that he inspected her with a full erection at his waist, but Isabella found it a mark of success on her part. As Sirius skulked behind her, she flicked her hair over her shoulder, opening her back. Her tail lightly curled by his leg, sweeping by his knees.
Finally, he faced her full on. Her gaze never wavered from his, even as his hand found her breast. His touch elicited her own purr like growl in response. She gave him a light moan for it, let his hand on the small of her back settle. A hand rubbed his muscled arm, squeezing his biceps. The hand moved to his chest to touch the scars adorning his body like medals of honor. Isabella lightly touched them, tracing them down to his belly and back to his full length before her. With a few squeezes she made a slight movement of her pelvis forward to encourage the man to do as he willed.
I'm making good on that pp allowance you gave me XD lemme know if you want changed! >> wordcount: +492
Like him, she was a prideful creature. His narrowed pupils could see it in her, especially now, as she perfected her craft by exposing such beautiful and voluptuous curved. The woman's scent wrapped lavender fingers around his brain, starving it of oxygen and its usual tendency for self-control and paranoia. In this moment, the wicked mind of the Thistle King could think of nothing but her, and how much he craved her, like an insatiable hunger that sizzled deep within the blood.
Although strictly civilized, Sirius was, beyond the beast that lingered in his core, a passionate man. His flair for drama, his addiction to beauty, his own ravenous pride - All of these things hinted at a truly sensual soul, insatiable and dangerous within the limitations of its own laws and boundaries. There was little he wouldn't do for profit, be it for Salsola, or his own filthy riches which swelled and grew every passing day. The peacock monarch was well deserving of his lustful crown.
The nymph arched into his touch, exposing more of her frame, pressing the shapely globe of her breast deeper into his calloused palm. Surprisingly elegant fingers - long, like a piano player's - grew greedy with the suggestive motion. Her purr stirred his blood to flames, it's reptilian coolness now bubbling with demonic heat.
Her own fingers, feminine and soft in their touch, laced a path over the hard muscle of his bicep, and then over the deep trenches above the place where his thorny heart was rumored to reside. For a moment, his peridot eyes watched the progress, subtly intrigued by her curiosity for the scars - Perhaps they were a particular fetish of hers. But thoughts could not be sustained as her fingers traipsed lower, stealing again all resolve and manners from the man she called a King.
Her touch dissolved the chains binding his inner beast - Her insistent grinding of curvy hips waving a red flag before the creature. With a snarl more predatory than the coo of a lover, he responded by grasping her narrow waist in both hands, and practically hauling her frame to the mountainous pile of his bedfurs. She weighed nothing to his lustful muscles, and it was with barely restrained starvation that he placed her, surprisingly gently, on the soft tanned pelts and hides. There, as she lay amongst the skinned furs of silky rabbit and tawny doe, wooly mountain goat and thick, plush elk, she appeared to be another luxury - Another bounty from the king's chambers.
His body followed her own into the bed, hands on either side of her shoulders as his hot breath poured down over her. His need was excruciating, but the game continued - It would be an insult to him if he could not arouse her, also. Head bent down so that wily tongue could find one nipple, as the dark locks of his hair tumbled onto her chest.
nah is alllll good. I've been on vacay so is why delayed. (honestly, I'm just saying it in all my threads so everyone's aware of that fact)
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Isabella could see the lust in the man's body. His length was stiff with want for her expertly kept body, and she could see how taut he was with his restraint. It was a terribly amusing thing, to keep him lusting after her even when he was fighting his monstrous lust. She could see the fire in his eyes, his desire all open to her. And she was there, ready for him to take her as he had before. Now, his passions seemed stronger. It was not out of love, no - Isabella would never allow such a thing to ever happen again. His passion was from something else, from his raging lust. Had he been holding back before she had arrived on the lands, carrying all her skills with her? Now why on earth would he want to do something like that? Sex was the best thing for a person. Isabella saw how it relieved those with stressful lives, those with minds busy with too many thoughts, and even helped the vitality of men beginning to feel their age. Hearts pounded strong beneath her hands many times and never did a man walk away from her satisfied. This man had held back before her arrival in Salsola and now he unleashed it all on her. How delicious.
A growl made her raise bi-colored eyes to the man's facial features rather than his bulging manhood. Her coquettish grin changed to a startled, albeit excited, look as the man grabbed her by the waist and pulled her with ease to the pile of pelts he called his bed. She fell on it with gratitude, letting her arms spread out around her. She crossed an ankle over the other, and let her curves fall naturally as her eyes explored the scarred man's body with a roving hunger. This sort of thing always excited her, when a man was strong and handsome. Sirius showed that he had the strength to move her physically, and that added a dangerous element. He had moved her as though she were naught but a light bag of silks. He could kill her easily. Her own lust was escalating and she felt the familiar pangs of desire coiling and uncoiling in her belly. This man was worthy of her body.
There were no words, even as he descended upon her inviting body. His breath was hot on her flesh, and his body radiated heat that was all too tangible above her. Isabella's belly filled with fire. She growled as he touched her breasts with his teeth. It was not in pain but in glorious excitement. He was delaying the inevitable, and every man longed to see their partner lust for them too. Some men did not, but Isabella never worked with them; they were rapists not sexual partners. This was a union of two, a dance between them. The men usually led but the women could still keep him turning for her.
Isabella let her fingers go to his hair, running them roughly through it as she gave light moans to the man's efforts. Encouragement was always good, though this man was already hard for her. She was beyond ready for it, too. "My lord," she said, voice low and husky for a woman's.
Whew, I had almost forgotten how steamy this thread was. Excuse me while I take a cold shower! >> wordcount: +3
Her thoughts were true - The King had, indeed, withheld his lust since arriving in the land of 'Souls. There had been many reasons for this; Women in this place were fewer than in London, more cautious and more resistant to the wiles of a wicked man. But that had not been a true reason, for Sirius was a creature born from challenge, and challenge was what drove him, what excited his blood. No, the real reason for his abstinence had been much simpler. Women were distracting, and his plans had taken priority over the welcome warmth of a curvaceous feminine body. Salsola had taken priority. He had not wished to sever his attention from the Thistle Kingdom in its early birth, not even for a moment - Perhaps this dedication was part of the reason why the Family was so strong, so deadly. While he was a man of desires, a predator and a hunter of pleasure, Sirius Revlis was also a true King - One of the last of his bloodline, born of an old throne and a dark-blooded prince.
But temptations had been more and more frequent, of late, and after sharing such pleasure with Eris, the dam had been broken. Isabella had arrived at exactly the time his craving had desired such a creature as she, and thus the woman had surely been presented with the full brunt of Sirius' overflowing desire and sexual frustration. Her body was a euphoria, a sweet succulent fruit he had been depriving himself of for too long. She was, in this moment, truly irresistible.
Elegant fingers curled into the dark locks of his hair, and the man continued his ravenous meal of her puckered flesh, her arched body. His hunger was overwhelming, overpowering. Danger pulsed with every heartbeat - Isabella was in such a vulnerable place, so bold and brash and daring as to put her body between the claws of a killer. She was, however, not the prey of the Hunter; She was, in this time alone, an equal. While his muscular frame might have held the power to rip her apart, to utterly consume her, the whore was indeed the one who held the power here. With sex, he was a chained monster, leashed by her touch, her voice, her smell, and she was the one with the end of the rope.
Her words were breathy, deep and husky, and the man's head rose so that eyes of most deadly and acidic olive could gaze, unhindered, at the flushed sight of her face. Dilate pupils, shrunk so far from arousal that they could barely be seen in the mass of poisonous green, saw within her expression true lust. His black lips peeled back in a ghastly, terrible smile, yellow teeth glittering. "Hushhhh," His hand slid down her body, seeking the hot secret place between her legs. A finger tested her, and his smile grew sharper. "Are you ready for me?"
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