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Author Topic: To this evenness I fake  (Read 403 times)

Description: Attn: Sib (NSFW)

Offline Draco Tenebrius

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To this evenness I fake
« on: Aug 07, 18, 05:55:24 PM »
They finished their meal with Riley and her Court, but during the whole time Draco was fuming underneath his mustached mask. He was still mad at Sibylla for some of the things she'd popped off with in their initial introductions and he had wanted to smack her upside her head. As they were finishing up, he flashed a broad smile for all to see and looped his arm around Sibylla's smaller, taking possession of the stunning Black Widow. "Come on." He said with mirth "I'm going to at least get you a proper drink. It's been years and I'd like to catch up now that we've gotten the political taken care of."

~Come with me?~ He said to her in a mental thread, and as much as he wanted to add in something sharper or harder, he made it sound more like a question than an order.

He wanted to get somewhere that they could talk openly without hearing her voice in his head and add an additional layer of separation between what he thought and what he'd say. It was much too easy to pop off in a mental thread, and he needed his wits straight to deal with Sibylla. Plus he wanted to get somewhere he didn't have to worry about some Shaos fuck trying to overhear their conversation. With her permission he quickly took them to the darkest Wind available; Draco's mastery of Travel Craft was so great they were at his cottage in the Moesian woods in minutes. As they set down on the cool grass, the early summer air did little to fight back against the chill of the high elevation and the smell of fresh, crisp pine. The setting sun didn't do them many favors, but his suit was comfortable and shot back the cold. Her dress, probably much less so. His cottage was no lavish estate; far from the palaces and homes of the Hundred Families. It looked simple and rustic. Draco released her hand and gestured for the front door that he opened with his now freed hand. "I just cleaned up the place." Gabby was still staying with him but she'd be at lessons with Ada at this time. He would have to explain that and suss out if Sib was smart enough to get the idea there was something more to why he had taken an interest in the young Purple Dusk Queen.

Enough that he'd violated borders, stole into the Dhemlan Academy, and kidnapped her from her bed.

Draco followed her inside, ignoring how inviting her back looked and focused instead of the need to get through this next conversation intact.

"Coffee or brandy?" He asked as she walked through the door, gesturing her inside into hard wood floors and black oak counters, a chestnut table and chairs that he'd carved all himself and had in his possession for decades.

The benefit of a very long life.

He managed to keep his temper in check - hell, he hadn't even shown it in his mien or his voice. He was a master spy, after all, and a damned cagey one, as he'd kept everyone unaware of much of his life until now. So he moved toward the cabinet to gather some cups. "So. It appears you have some things you've been wanting to say to me, Sibylla." He set the cups down on the counter, then opened another cabinet to get a bottle for himself, regardless whether she wanted the coffee.

"Let's hear it." He said, his back to her rather than facing her before she got started. He wanted to get his game face on first.







Offline Sibylla Traianus

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Re: To this evenness I fake
« Reply #1 on: Aug 12, 18, 04:43:20 PM »
Surprisingly well had the meal gone in Sibylla's mind, though she could practically feel Draco's hint of anger in part because she was startlingly still aware of the older man's mood shifts. It was startling in part because Sibylla did not like having quite that much personal insight into a man that was supposedly her mark. His smile offered to the table at large after the meal was completed was a surprise in and of itself as well as an amusement. The Black Widow figured he would have rather destroyed the whole thing and would have, not to mention the people sitting at it if he could get away with it. Alas.

With an obscene effort, she did her very best not to smirk or offer a coy glance. After all, she wasn't looking for the deep cover Hayllian to wreck all of the work he had done to this point in Dena Nehele, nor cause a scene that would have been outside of the range of the present known patience he had possessed in front of these short-lived power movers in at the center of this territory. "Indeed, a drink would be wonderful. It has been entirely too long," she murmured in kind, allowing a truly warm smile toward their hosts. Toward the brief thread request that glided along her precise shielding, to which she softened so Draco would know she noticed, she replied a very neutral phrase. *If you wish.*

Draco's travel craft had always been something of a marvel, and it was one thing she had always trained to attempt a similar skill. She could not boast nearly so fine a control, however, and found the trip a distinct luxury. The scent of pine was a sudden presence that had the trained Black Widow looking around at the scenery. It took a single shiver for Sibylla to wrap herself in a heat shield. "Cleaning for guests. Such wonderful largesse," the woman noted in proper dryly toned form, but as they approached, the scent of Queen was hard to deny. Given that she knew he was bonded to one, Sibylla did not choose to remark upon it, if only because she had not met his heart bonded Queen. For all she knew, it could have been that woman's smell.

Sibylla's heels were a soft, yet distinct sound across the flooring; the decor was practically as good as anything back in Hayll, the Black Widow noted with delight she immediately suppressed. She'd sooner inform a dog that she liked its slobber. Hmph. The uptick of her pulse was immediately ignored, the Territory palace grounds were a good deal safer for the two of them to be near each other Sibylla decided. "Both," Sibylla finally responded as the cups were collected. It had been a long day and even longer ones several previous days in preparations for her arrival.

"I'd like a little brandy in my coffee if you would, and sugar. If you could touch it with a good hint of your Grey Jewel, I would also be appreciative. For old times sake, and that it might last more than a few minutes. But otherwise, I like it black." Though the effect would be temporary for her, the combination of coffee and alcohol was a nice presence.

She leaned against the other countertop, noting that Draco didn't seem inclined to turn to face her. "I said it already. It felt like you left all those decades ago without so much as a 'thanks for the fuck', then today, proceeded to try to sabotage me and make me seem less knowledgeable than I am, just because of both etiquette and Protocol mattering to me. Certainly more than any of those Short Lived people that you appear to prefer instead of your own kind, which is why I am here. I imagine you think I am her puppet, just as much as she appears to expect you to turn me away from Hayll." Sibylla would not yet tell him the whole story, just to see how much he really did know. Her voice remained cool and professional save for a single intake of a breath that betrayed a minor hint of her feelings and the roiling passion of the woman he clearly felt safe turning his back toward.

"I cannot decide whether you underestimate me, or not. Making you a smear on these beautiful floors seems ... oh, somewhat premature, don't you think?" As if it were entirely conversational to discuss the potential hour of a man's death with him and how it could be done. "After all, it has been so long since I have seen your face, without that ponderous disguise you wear. By my understanding, you seem to be of the impression that I feel more emotion for you than I do, and less than you would like to admit to. How contradictory you are, Prince Tenebrius." Sibylla drew in a soft and tired breath. She wanted a bath, a bed and a few willing whores and a repetition of those directives in that order. Her nose wrinkled having to explain the obvious to a man that was many decades her senior. Dealing with women was as simple to Sibylla as not defecating where one deigned to enjoy a meal.

"It was her doing, and yours that I idolised you in my youth. The sloppiness of your departure was all you as I understand it, but it left a painful mark that I do not believe I deserved at the tender age of twenty. I did not need ... any further pain. At the least, it set back my training more than was necessary, if considering emotion leaves you a confused wreck of a male. To a man several thousand years old used to plowing through women as though they have no personalities, no joys, nor fears and dreams and are merely the next sleeve for your arguably impressive cock, I am sure it means nothing." It was at least clear to her that all she wanted was a recognition of what could have been better handling, even if they both understood well enough that for the Tenebrius, she was a commodity, a tool.

"It is a glacial view, but perhaps it will be easier for you to grasp. By no means do I desire some pointless expression of commitment. I find the very idea laughable and outside of the range of both of our abilities. In truth, I did not come to Dena Nehele expecting to have some eccentric domestic dispute with you. I thought maybe to get a simple apology, some squeeze of my ass and hips, a little flirting and fucking, despite the purpose of my mission." Her nose wrinkled again both in amusement and confusion because once more, she was terribly focused on the why and what the point of it was. The idea of his Jewels turned to so much dust was more upsetting now than Sibylla expected it would be.

Fuck.




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Re: To this evenness I fake
« Reply #2 on: Aug 22, 18, 02:19:56 PM »
Greedy, Draco thought dryly to himself as he poured both coffee and gathered a bit of the 'special' brandy that he'd bought some years ago from Raej for special occasions. It was the strong stuff that would have left his head spinning after just a few sips. So he filled a quarter of the cup for her, along with some sugar and some damn strong coffee, and then handed it over to her. "That stuff cost a lot, don't drink it too fast or you'll be sleeping on the couch before you know it." Maybe she thought he was being facetious, or was challenging her. Sib struck him as the kind to poke her hand into a fire if she was told not to, just to show she could resist the fire.

He turned to her with an eyebrow raised as she levied the charge at him of trying to sabotage her in public. "First of all, I didn't need to thank you. I was doing you a favor, making sure you didn't lose that Black Jewel around your neck you seem to be so proud of. Maybe I did too good of a job, seeing that you seem to hold a grudge I didn't stick around for a second serving."

Her threat pissed him off, and Draco now removed from having to play the games of spy and Steward with a woman who knew far more about him than anyone else in the Territory (especially now) trying to hang her executioner's axe over his head made him step the distance between them so that he was in her personal space.

"Sibylla." He said her name with a concrete, deep heat, his eyes shifted from blue to gold as he looked into her eyes. She'd never heard the razor's edge in his voice before - the restrained violence of the Blood Male before her. "Don't threaten me in my house again. If I thought you were a threat, you'd already be dead. Remember who you're talking to."

His hand snatched out to grab hers by the wrist and he pulled her fingers up toward his face - to the mustache, stubble, and the marks of a Short Lived man that hid the Hayllian beneath. He kept his eyes on her, his voice softened in volume but not in tone as he placed her fingertips to his face. "You and I are part of the same, now. We both wear a mask - but I've been wearing mine a lot longer. I was telling you how to act because I know these people. If you can't trust me to play my part, get it over with and stop posturing.

Or trust me."
He said the words solidly, firmly and he moved to take hold of the coffee in her hand and guide her fingers to the counter to set it down so there'd be no risk of her spilling it on them. He was a taller and broader man. She was more powerful, certainly. Her Black easily dwarfed even his impressive Gray, but in this interpersonal moment his broader form swallowed her smaller one in height, weight, and warmth.

"You don't want an apology." He said softly, then pulled her mouth up toward his. "You want this."

Then he kissed her - slow, deep, gentle, caring. It was a lover's slow fuck given in the form of mouth and tongue, and he took his time about it until he could sense that she couldn't breathe. Sibylla, sensual Sibylla, wasn't a stranger to him - even after all of these years.

He knew the hands that crafted her well, because he'd crafted them once.

Then he released the kiss, took his hands off of her and stood straight. "Drink your coffee." He nodded to it and then moved toward the couch after taking up his own cup with a float of Gray. "While it's still hot."










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Re: To this evenness I fake
« Reply #3 on: Aug 30, 18, 12:22:59 PM »
Sibylla laughed richly. "You call that a favour? Very well, Prince. I shall allow you to maintain your illusions on what is helpful and what isn't." He was soon in her space, however, which to most people she considered it might have been unnerving at the least. Given that she could have just slammed a shield in his face, and yes, in his quaint little home, the trained Black Widow thought with a sneer that even surprised her at the strength of the feeling. The heated anger and the sudden gold of the man's eyes paired with the razor swift shift of violence in the woman's voice made her want to play. He thought that he could tangle with her? While indeed, she expected that Prince Tenebrius would be a wily adversary, given his age if she stupidly chose to draw out the moment of his demise, there wasn't a chance in sweet Hell he could step to her.

So the woman smiled and let the bull stomp and snort as they are wont to do. Briefly, Sibylla considered grabbing Draco by the neck when he pulled her close. But the woman's curiosity was enough not to, and indeed, enough not to just thrust her snake tooth into the side of his face and empty it. Either the man was very, very certain of her remaining desire enough for him that he presumed she wouldn't kill him on the spot, or enamoured of his pretty face and form enough not to leave a red ruin of his smile and form his balls into a grey paste of pain. "Perhaps I would be before I had the training of my Offering, sweet man. But those days that you could best me are gone," she remarked, though shivered at the terribly alien feeling of the stubble upon his face.

That part was real, though she'd never seen it before, Sibylla knew the difference between very good illusion and reality. It was a mere parlour trick to shift the colour of the man's eyes, she decided. "Then next time, use a fucking thread if you want to tell me how to act in public. Those Short Lived friends don't know how far apart we are in age. I am supposed to be older than you, remember," she snarled, not caring for being told she was posturing. That wasn't it, by far. The touch of her fingers to Draco's skin, however, did give her pause. It seemed there was at least one thing he remembered about her. That she loved and thrived off of touching. "You're still an ass, but I suppose since you're asking, I won't threaten you ... inside your home," she growled, allowing the distinction of the words to roll over her tongue. It only meant that he was safe from her here and only here because she could understand a man wanting to be able to sleep easy enough. A damned foolish line of battle to be drawn should it come to pass, but a line all the same.

"Funny though, that you believe I forgot who I am talking to, and you ask for trust too soon--" she paused however when he bade her to set down the coffee cup. The size of a man or a woman for that matter was typically very minor importance to Sibylla. The importance was what one did with it, she almost thought to say, needling the man as he deserved just enough more until he had the audacity to tell her what she wanted. It was smart, very smart then unlike the previous stupidity that Prince Tenebrius thought to explain his meaning with his lips and tongue.

Greedy was right. Sibylla was and would never have doubted that facet of her self for a second. So the kiss was savoured, Sibylla drank him in like she intended to with the cup of coffee very shortly. Angry or not, she'd missed the sexual aspects of the man something ferociously. He'd not been wrong about that. She snarled again when first Draco started to pull away, and firmly snatched the older, and yes, much taller man back to her mouth. It was as close as she'd come to ask him to bend her over the couch and fuck her.

Besides, it seemed she needed just to remind him how much she'd learned with his considerable absence. When the man stood straight and let go then, she let him do so, with a smooth, too pleased smirk. After, Sibylla floated the mug of coffee prepared for her delight near to her hands and sipped slowly. The combination of very good alcohol and very good coffee did just enough to ease off the rest of her poor mood, and paired with the kiss, no, the way he'd made love to her mouth, the Black Widow was more or less in a pleasant form. Though she could have tested whether it had the kick she had been told, the scent alone told her it hadn't been a bluff. If anything, she very much appreciated the quality.

"Very good coffee," she finally said, finding it pointless not to be honest in this case.

"What do you know then, that I should and do not? It is important you understand it isn't yourself I have any fear of, Prince Tenebrius. Surely you realise I'd rather be home than troubling you, despite the contradiction that represents?" Sibylla took another sip of the coffee, before following him to the couch. She took a perch on one side of it, biting her lower lip briefly.

If he wanted his name, he'd have to rip it from her. Sibylla considered potentially losing the battle pleasant for them both.




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Re: To this evenness I fake
« Reply #4 on: Sep 02, 18, 07:11:29 PM »
Sibylla leaned into his mouth and grabbed the back of his head to tell him in no uncertain terms that he was done kissing her when she was done with it. To that end, he actually got a hot spike of arousal through him as it had been unexpected. He'd remembered too late that she was a Black Widow and the passions of such creatures could run deeply hot - and given her Black that was a wellspring of magma he was playing with.

Hayllian to the core still, when their mouths parted he very nearly did try to bend her over the couch just then, but he managed to keep his head on straight after a moment of some air and some consideration. Walking helped though he felt a tightness in his pants he didn't have prior, as this wasn't the same young girl he'd helped into womanhood that was in the room with him.

Well, fuck.

"I have built a public persona of being a grumpy Steward who hates his job but is there because he loves his Queen." Draco said as he settled onto the loveseat nearby her, leaving the couch to herself. If he sat there with her he'd be tempted to make use of its space for other purposes after that kiss, and so he settled his hands on his knees to keep them busy. "Not a difficult disguise." He admitted with a smirk behind the mutsache. "And so I was playing that there in public.

I've been dozens of people in this Territory, Sib."
He said her name sharp to cut through her protocol bullshit, annoyed she was trying to get a rise out of him that way. "And when it comes to our group it doesn't matter what we want. You know that. You're here to get taught by me, and also to make sure I'm doing my job." He said the words matter-of-factly, as he had intuited her reason for being here.

"I'm not going to pretend you're not dangerous, Sib. You wear the Jewel closest to Witch's power. But you're not even into your first thousand years and I've been doing this shit for a long, long time. You want respect? Fine. Two way-street. If I'm telling you something it's because I think it will help you."

Draco paused then, the Iarvis Headsmen feeling the weight of his age and the conflict between them. He frowned as he brought his hands up to form a ball before his lips. He pressed his mouth and mustache against the edge of his hand and focused on her face.

"I want you to do well." He said quietly, softer, less hard-edged and rimmed with annoyance. "I always have. Whether you believe that or not, I brought you to her because I thought she could help you."

A pause, something heavier in Draco became apparent, more sad and somber than anything else and he lowered his hands and his eyes. "That you'd be able to help each-other."

Then his eyes cut back to her, remembering himself. "So stop giving me such a fucking hard time." He said without playfulness, sharp.







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Re: To this evenness I fake
« Reply #5 on: Sep 02, 18, 10:07:55 PM »
That the Prince managed a visible arousal despite likely resisting it, Sibylla imagined gleefully, caused the smile in her eyes to brighten. It counted as a burning gaze, for approximately five seconds before the trained Widow looked back toward her coffee cup, spinning it about in the air in a casual sense as though they hadn't just fiercely locked lips.

Let him stay guessing, Sibylla decided.

She wanted him aching and on the edge of panting for her, but she understood that throwing a tantrum, as entertaining as that might have been, wouldn't get her anything but a fight. In the end, after listening to the man, she decided that perhaps there was a purpose to him living, contrary to the precisely sliced way that her Lady mentor would have viewed it. "I see. Then I suppose we will leave your grumpiness be, mmmh? The last thing I want to do is ruin your cover."

That much was a fact. Despite Sibylla's uncertainty, they had an unwavering mission. Continuing to spin her mug about, while she blew Draco a little kiss once he crossed to the loveseat. It wasn't a tease, not exactly. She quite agreed they had more important things to discuss - for the moment - than fucking, and she was a very precise and specific sort of woman that didn't prefer beating around the point for some dick. Better to climb on and ride that bitch out. So, she slid down off of the edge of the couch and took up the whole damn thing. "Nice cushions," the former witch said dryly, but contained herself and didn't bounce like she wanted to.

It looked like unholy cruelty in her gaze and an endless rebellious streak with a dose of youthful giggles on top. That said, the expression softened just enough from her foolery so that he knew she was paying very distinct attention. "Indeed." She dropped her gaze for just a moment. "We have things to do and people to see. Or, reverse those on some occasions." A slow blink followed when he commented on wanting her to do well, though he wasn't wrong about her still having a very long life to live if it was done carefully.

Did she believe him?

The simple answer was yes, but there was absolutely a more complicated reply and rebuttal behind it, forming slowly in her thoughts. Sibylla's lips twitched upward as the Prince explained his hope that she'd have been something more for the Lady, and almost, she had something gentle to say in turn, but the sharpness froze it out of her gaze in two seconds flat.

The desire in her golden eyes lingered, despite that unfortunate circumstance.

"You cannot have it both ways, my former lover, unless its some crazed tightrope dance you desire. It is well apparent it is her that you miss, I am sure, among other things. She does not even have warmth for her son anymore, though I believe fully sometimes, that she pretends, for his sake. Occasionally there are glimmers of a person that I have never met, but they are little but shards."

Sibylla stretched out slowly on the couch, the slit in her golden gown easing away from her left thigh almost entirely. With a gentle touch, she tugged her cup from the air and slowly sipped, before releasing it and allowing the vessel to float off another direction, always careful and never spilling so much as a drop.

"All right, Prince Tenebrius," she murmured, lips twitching upward while she traced gentle circles upon the inside of her thigh with a terribly absent motion before flicking the slit in the golden gown partially closed. "Let's just say for hypothetical idealism, that I might be willing to trust you, a little. Are you telling me that you really could care less about Dena Nehele? We both know there's a not damn thing you can do about a Queen's Bond, save ripping out your own heart."

She held up a finger so he wouldn't start snarling, and blew the man a kiss. "I'd guess, given the number of people you've had to be in this place, your words, you've done that a few times already. Other than yourself, where is one place your loyalties truly lie?"

This time, her hands remained still out of kindness so that the poor man could think.




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Re: To this evenness I fake
« Reply #6 on: Sep 15, 18, 01:35:16 PM »
"You wouldn't fucking know." Draco said with some bitterness that couldn't be drowned out by brandy-filled coffee. He held his mug with both hands, his blue-eyes-that-should-be-gold hued more like a stormcloud that fit his mood and his Jewels. "She's a completely different person than who she was. That's why I didn't shed any fucking tears when Nero tore off the bat wings off those fucks who said Askavi wasn't going to pay for their war anymore." Harsh, perhaps, but his lack of compassion for the invaders of his home was a common sentiment of their homeland.

"They have four hundred years to make up with their little payoff, and some of the fuckers that but a boot on our neck are still alive. It's why it's going to feel pretty damn good when we put the squeeze on Askavi a little bit more." That was a part of their arrangement they still had to go through. They needed to talk to the Iarvis agent in Askavi still and prepare for this 'Jhinka' attack that was planned. But more of that would come later.

Sibylla leaned back on his couch and pulled her skirt up, showing her skin to him and practically inviting him over for dinner, fuck, and snuggle afterward. That was a dangerous little trap to fall into, given her role here, not only because she was the executioner's axe over his neck if he fucked up, but if he was her mentor him deciding to bed her would only complicate things. She was already a difficult shit to deal with given her Jewels and history, it'd be made even worse if he fucked her again.

But he wasn't exactly known for making the best decisions, and the Hayllian in him sang true as he finished his coffee and set the mug down, then rose to his feet and walked over to cross the distance between them and sat down on the end of the couch beside her.

Draco placed his hand, flat, on her bare thigh. He looked down into her eyes as his own dropped the illusion and shifted back to their brilliant gold. "I don't give a fuck about Dena Nehele, Sibylla." He said the words slowly while he maintained eye-contact, sliding his hand further up her smooth, inviting thigh until his fingers dipped beneath her dress and sought out the warmth between her thighs.

"My loyalty is to Hayll. To the Tenebrosi Iarvis." He said the words slowly as his fingers splayed and his wrist dipped, finding the button of her pleasure and very gently pressed his fingertips to her clit and slowly began to rub her spot.

"We're alone, Sib." He said the words in a lower, deeper tone, his body leaning closer to her as his fingers stimulated her before dipping into the main course. "You should call me Draco."







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Re: To this evenness I fake
« Reply #7 on: Jan 11, 19, 05:01:49 AM »
At his curse, Sibylla's golden eyes softened just slightly before she dipped her head down and looked away, making a soft agreeable sound before taking another sip of her coffee, but never too much of one. "Mmmh. No, I would not. Regarding that, you are right." With the darkness of Craft that had infused it, she could actually feel the slightest effect, even while knowing it wouldn't last long without continuing to drink.

Tilting her head to study the room first, with a flicker of Craft Sibylla allowed a tendril of the Black free so that the presence of an invisible touch could glide along Prince Tenebrius' face. She'd learned how to use only the smallest brush of power by now, but it had taken decades. Technically, there was still ever so much to learn, and it would maybe not kill her to offer him a shred of compassion. "Honestly, I've no real quarrel with the Eyriens, so long as they stay out of our way, though it is true they live as long as we do. If it's what part of the mission is, however, it stands to reason I'll attend to it," Sibylla remarked with a smooth indifference, even as her eyes shimmered with a blade sharpened interest in the Prince.

When he sat down beside her, she made a little more room for him, which spread her thighs apart just a little wider. She loosed a soft breath as the Prince remarked his lack of care for Dene Nehele as a whole, restated in a plain speech where his loyalties lay. Even if she didn't really believe him, it looked and sounded good. The touch to her thigh helped lead the way while a faint hint of a smile curled Sibylla's lips as Prince Tenebrius' hand moved further up her thigh. "It is where your loyalty should be," she said, proud of herself for the perfectly even tone of her breathing and speaking even once those experienced fingers began to rub at her clitoris. Sibylla's hips twitched upward toward his fingers in response.

A polite little bitch that she was, her eyes burned with amusement which was followed by soft laughter as she shielded Prince Tenebrius' couch, and their clothing for good measure. It was such a nice suit after all. "The sound of your loyalty seems to interest me very much." Sex was a near constant thought in the back of her mind that she soothed with other intimacies to ease the need, but it had been a long time size he'd touched her. Sibylla's hand shot out and closed around his larger wrist, enforcing her claim with a little Craft to hold him there ... but only with the Red to make plain she was offering foreplay, rather than a clash of wills. Easing forward, she shoved herself onto his fingers roughly, making the man aware of how small and tight she still was. "Tell me more about this squeeze. What do we gain ... in wrapping our collective fingers around Askavi's tender, sweet neck?"

The blush upon Sibylla's face had nothing to do with any sense of embarrassment, but simple erotic desire. A grin curled her lips upward as she sighed and laid her head back, all while keeping ferocious eye contact upon the Prince's now golden eyes, and the hand between her legs. Firmly, knowing well what was needed, the Black Widow turned his hand so that the fingers in their delving slid over the sensitive spot not quite back to the end of her. "Right there," she growled and loosed a laugh. "Tell me what I need to know while you make me come, my Prince ..." she replied, but this time barely held back speaking his name before she was ready. "Shouldn't take much ... and no cheating with Seduction Craft. You are more than good enough."

It was a skill she was proud of, very much so, being able to carry on a professional conversation while her head swam with desire. "Missed you, darling asshole." she moaned. "We are alone, but business still goes ... by the way, this is hot and I'm ... close." Though she considered asking if he still had the slightest loyalty to his Queen, Sibylla decided not to rock the hypothetical boat, for now.




 

 

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