(Inspired by the flyting in Assassin's Creed: Valhalla, which I finished recently.)
Look at you now, wielding pride with finesse
Yet through all your vanity I see much less
No beauty, nor wit, will save you from strength
And mine will have you begging at length
Pride you know well from how oft you've fallen
For weak-minded maidens who throw it all in
No easy surrender you'll wrest from my wrists
Lest you discover the wrath of my fists
The pup has a bark, how quaint, how cute
Perhaps with a rag I'll render you mute
Perhaps with the cloth betwixt your thighs
I'll bare your lips and expose your lies
My lips are bared, do you see my teeth?
A painful way to keep a sword in its sheath
Would you run such a risk for a feel of my form?
Or are you enslaved when your blood runs warm?
I risk nothing, for that's all you'll do
Nothing but talk, squawk, and beg on cue
You see how your hand squirms inside mine?
A sign, I say, that all you do is whine
Unhand me, you brute, or I'll…
…abruptly go mute?
Here, taste this, it's straight from my boot
Set your worries aside and bite down on my sock
Though I know that drool is for a taste of my cock
Wait! Let me ask you, if you are so wise
For it's true, I'm betrayed by the lips 'twixt my thighs
However firm your aggression, promise me this
When all's said and done, we'll part with a kiss
Oh! A romantic, how endearing indeed
Very well, mon cherie, once I've planted my seed
I'll silence your moans with a kiss deep and sweet
And leave you to quiver and leak 'neath your sheet.