His calloused hands, usually reserved for the cold steel of a rifle, moved with a different kind of PRECISION now. He didn't pull away from the friction she forced; instead, he leaned into it, his thumbs hooking into the hem of her dress && slowly, agonizingly, bunching the fabric upward. He watched the way her skin reacted to his TOUCH;; the fine shiver, the goosebumps blooming in his wake with the focused intensity of a man finding his mark.
He didn't wait for her to give another command. He was tired of talking. He pressed his face closer, the rough shadow of his beard grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, a deliberate contrast to the supple heat he was UNCOVERING. With a slow, possessive drag of his tongue against the lace, he tasted the salt and sweetness of her anticipation, a silent promise of the unmaking he was about to deliver.
He looked up one last time, his eyes locking onto hers, dark and swirling with a raw, visceral intent. "Don't worry," he murmured against her, his mouth finally finding the center of her ache. "I'm gonna make up for every second of lost time."
Also --- one more thing to note. If your muse is mortal, human and not immune to the bite Remmick can cause. Then may I suggest the consideration of muzzling him during sexual endeavors ?
Because the risk of him actually sinking those razor teeth into their jugular while in a steamy moment is an incredibly high risk. He can barely contain himself when he isn't dealing with an arousal, which means, under the influence of carnal needs, that fatality rate could elevate. Either killing them mid roll of the hip , or turning them.
So a muzzle could very well be their safety net.
[ INVITE ] *Totally not ready for the Watchers to mess everything up lmao*
[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.
The dragon’s gaze at the back of his head had the man hesitating for a moment before he joined the goddess alone. Surely there was nothing to worry about? She likely had something important to tell him - even though he may not properly remember it in time.
“Is something the matter, my lady?” he asked, ignoring the strange sensation in his mind when the door was closed and the two of them were left alone together. Sinh had told him to never acknowledge it. That there was a reason for the pact, besides the usual affair.
He smiled, hoping to ease his own tension, and calmly motioned for Furiae to sit next to him. Whatever her intentions, he hoped to help.
