this isn’t something he often allows. he has been known to fraternize with other ghouls, however previously it was mostly in heat. mostly choosing celibacy, unless he feels he needs a release to unburden the mind. dedicated to his duties & unbound by certain desires of the flesh. besides, as harsh it may sound.. it’s hard to see himself as anything less than above them all. on his quintessence pedestal he stands high. his chin raised & poised to perfection. yet the new era sees his retirement. asked to step down due to something so preposterous as his age. threatened, the moment a new beast moulded to perfection was summoned. useless, in his opinion. he is the picture of perfectness. the pinnacle of what they seek. yet when the dust settles on his mind splitting grief, he sees it as no less than a plot by imperator. a plot to keep the only one equipped to protect papa emeritus iii away from him. allowing the inferior to falter. though this brings with it a barrage of emotions that the ghoul is unequipped to deal with. the guilt, the grief. the loss... the loss of all three of his previous masters & the knowledge that he no longer was the representative of his element? it is causing him to lose himself & regress into a more feral state of being.
he more-less refused to acknowledge many of the new ghouls’ existence for a time. though he was also recruited to assist the multi ghoulette upon her arrival, as she gathered her bearings. & grudgingly -- the omega ghoul obliged. still duty bound to the ministry, his thick fingers were quick to point & mouth quick to grunt & scowl. yet, her demeanor was such that he was quick to also grudgingly warm up to her. at least enough to stop acting generally irritated by her mere existence. to treat her more akin to how he treats his pack mates. humoring her when she sought him out. though if he had half a mind to, he’d wonder why she’d seek his bitter self in the first place.
she had found him out of glamour, & resting in the newly issued ghoul uniforms. lounging in his room on a sofa, with one leg up & the other stretched with a heel on the floor. lazily propped upon the rest with his tail swaying, and one of his arms draped over the cushions. his neck-length white hair still perfectly placed despite..
however he had not expected her cheery wave & bounce on the heels to end with her straddling his leg. lowering on instinct for her to eagerly mount, with a quirk of his brow & twitch of pointed ears in interest. his fingers only curl into the upholstery with an inconsequential rumble of warning. tensing at the contact to his groin. unreadable eyes point up at her, whilst his booted heel presses into the sofa. thick teeth bearing with a few weak twitches of his lips. & that’s how they stay, if not for her coaxing touch to his clothed shoulders. that which eases him against the arm, with his clawed fingers gripping her opposite appendage.. omega’s other foot bracing on the floor, so that he can meet the soft push of her hand with harsh huffs & grunts. he can’t ask her for anything more.. wide eyes & whites of his teeth flaring along with his broad chest. teeth snapping whilst he tries to keep his hips from bucking like a wild animal. protecting his poise. the only thing keeping his impending orgasm obvious being the harsher rise & fall of his barrel chest or the tightening of his grip. diamond cut chin lowering & heightening along with his gaze, until his eyes roll back. head thrown as well. yet you’d never know it, with their color. his hips now speeding up in pace & rolling harshly, with what can only be described as a roar ripped from the depths of his throat. almost like a jaguar. his lips peeled back to flex his tongue in the deafening rumble that escapes him. rolling satisfyingly. & it doesn’t stop, either. interrupted briefly only by breaths, whilst he rides through his aftershocks. hisses filtering between flexes of his jaw, even whilst his chin lifts to stare at her.
