Of Demons and Darkness

slight feet slipped closer to the pretentious baron's guest, deep cerulean and opal eyes crawling over his every feature. he noticed the muscles hidden, flexing ever slightly, beneath the soft texture of his coat. the man's gaze drifted from prominent shoulders to well toned thighs, creeping down toward the forbidden groin. his mouth salivated, thoughts poisoning and urging the nordic jester to cave in to instinctual desire. he wanted this man. but what could this man do for him, other than give him a pleasurable fling? he wouldn't allow anyone, especially a stranger, to penetrate his need or want without a price.

his boned figure twisted and turned, skinny stilts moving no more than an inch as he fidgeted. something about this guest of his set him on edge. perhaps it was that the man didn't react how he had intended, which never before had happened. was he not voluptuous enough? did his body not beg to be taken, to be abused? frustrated, slightly elongated jaws snapped lightly twice before the jester's suave tones touched the space between. "you seem an educated man." he twisted to his right, carbon mask visible to his guest. "perhaps you could educate me?" there was a hint of playfulness to his voice, daring the man to play along.