Hello, Artorias Here

The wine was lowering Chimera's inhibitions. Artorias had slammed through his, but the black and white giant was being more frugal with his own sips. Still, his dish was gone. That was a lot of wine for someone that didn't drink. Even as he thought he should stop, be began refilling his dish. They were celebrating, so he would celebrate. Besides, Artorias was drinking so it would be rude to let him drink alone. What kind of host would he be if he let his guest get smashed all on his own?

Eventually the offer was given for fucking and feasting and Chimera noted the heat that filled the cheeks of Artorias. The other man looked a little shocked and Chi could almost see the gears turning in his head as he tried to think of a response. Artorias finally spoke, declining the offer with the excuse of not wanting to abuse his slaves. "That's what they're for and they're very deserving," he assured the azure man with a chuckle. The dire man's pale pink eye stared brazenly at his companion, the wine doing its job a little too well.

Lascivious thoughts flashed through Chimera's mind. He found that he would quite enjoy seeing Artorias buried within one of the slaves, male or female. He did enjoy watching his women together and the thought of watching his fellow alpha slake his urges on one of the slaves was quite arousing. The thought of them tag teaming a slave was even more arousing. Still, he wouldn't force the brute to do something that he didn't want to do.

"Pity," the man purred as his long, well muscled body gave a languid stretch. Chimera rose from the ground and left his dish where it was. Instead, he lifted a leather satchel between his teeth, the full bottles of wine within clinking together. With a pull of his skull, he motioned for Artorias to follow him down to the beach. He settled down in the sand far from the compound. The slave pens were in view just in case Artorias changed his mind. Reaching into the satchel, Chimera placed a full bottle before the black and blue man and uncorked another full bottle for himself. Now that he'd started drinking, he didn't want to stop. Perhaps he wouldn't until either someone made him or he found a decent enough distraction.

"Chimera"