Ride this high

Chimera fought to get comfortable. The furs were damp beneath him and there was pressure in his ribs, but he couldn't quite call it pain. He wiggled a bit, trying to find the position of optimum comfort. In time he ended up on his side with one of the plush cushions beneath his head, his back to the wall of the chamber. The man gave another little wiggle, testing out his comfort before nodding in approval.

The slave woman didn't seem to know if her family was alive or dead. Too bad. At the moment, he couldn't see anyone around her anyway. Just colored and fuzziness. He wanted to pet it. "Come here," he ordered, a bit of the normal forcefulness back in his tones. When she was close enough, Chimera wasted no time in pulling her down into the furs with him. He wasn't concerned about her own comfort as his muscular forelegs wrapped around her slender frame. He just wanted her close, so he would get her close.

With the soft, colorful fae pressed chest to chest with him, Chimera gave another little giggle. "You're a very warm slave. Very soft." Was that a compliment? Who knows... The brute squeezed her as tightly to him as his ribs would allow before loosening his hold, but not loose enough to let her free. Aliana would be trapped there for as long as Chimera wanted her to be.

Curling his neck, Chimera looked down at the grey and white fae. "You're pretty." He blinked away the woman's multiple heads, holding his eyes open wide for a moment as he stared down at her. "Prettier than Dalila," he admitted aloud, his nose wrinkling. "I had her once. On the beach out there," he motioned with one paw. "But she was weak. She whined and cried to Siren until my sweet, kind, perfect little sister asked if she could be the sole owner of Dalila." The brute scoffed aloud, his brow furrowing. "I liked Dalila until then. I liked claiming her. I still would if it wouldn't make Siren upset." Again Chimera gave overexaggerated blinks, willing the rippling world to cease. "You're a good one." One paw raised and he patted Aliana between her ears like some kind of pet.

A yawn brought Chimera's maw opening wide, the rows of serrated fangs very visible to the trapped woman. With a groan and a stretch, he squeezed her to his chest again. "Might have to sleep," he said, though his eyes were already closed. Both forelegs were wrapped around her again and he even slid one knee up to trap her lower body as well. "Night night," he said in a very childish manner before promptly careening over the precipice into sleep.

"Speech"