ISCARIOT

Deteste eyed the harlot before him carefully, engraving her face of surprise in his memory before the fleeting expression was gone. Medusa, he figured, was not the kind of person one could become sincerely involved with. He understood that the vulnerability that he had unwittingly forced her into was not something he would likely see again. It was not a power trip he was after. He didn't relish in preserving another's weaknesses. To share an intimate moment with someone whose emotions were so professionally bottled was something that touched him. Though the feeling did not warp his emotionless facade.



He chuckled through his teeth, though the mirth was sincere. He appreciated the wit of her words and the dialect of her speech. Medusa's blood was metallic and warm in his mouth. Gritty in the areas that had stuck stiffly against her pelt. It was not an unfamiliar flavor. It was not an inhibiting texture. She spoke but in his intent grooming and dull mood he could not find the desire to respond. For her vulgar statement Deteste returned a muffled chuckle. It had been long since he and Laxago had, had any such contact. And, frankly, there wasn't a tight body in the world that could ignite his desire to fuck. He moved slowly from Medusa's shoulder to her neck. Thoroughly cleaning the wound, stimulating clotting and grooming the iridescent blood stains on her pelt. It was as if he was on autopilot. Having groomed Laxago so many times in this way. Disregarding the wounds, the woman would appear immaculate when Deteste was finished.




With a gentle but firm grip Deteste took an unscathed section of the woman's scruff in his teeth, pulling her closer and into an angle that allowed access to her leftward wounds and sprain, which he would attend to once he had thoroughly stoppered her bleeding. He could have simply asked the woman to move but he was not used to the surly speech she had spoken to him earlier and he wanted to show her that he could cause her discomfort as well. At the close of her question Deteste lifted his crown, licking his jowls as he thought which had become rather messy with the woman's blood. He eyed Medusa at every moment. I am confident in Jupiter. he spoke, I advised her and I expect a bloody and thorough victory. When she returns all of Ludicael will celebrate. Many will tend to her wounds. In the eve of your victory you earned the hate of Amenti. Had I not come you would be alone. his timbre was not gentle but the honesty was not brash. Jupiter intends to send me to Amenti with you. You're my Madame now and I am a dutiful man.

"speech"