megalomania

Oh, did Absinth’s hatred burn hot, threatening to sear his flesh if he gravitated too close. Those acidic, emerald eyes sliced through the atmosphere and dug deep into the very fiber of his being. It should have been a repulsive force to Rhazien - surely, a man whose not wanted should know when to back down - but ahh, he’s always had an infinity of challenges. He enjoys the surge of heat that swells in the body, the fading rationality that gives way to satiating desire. The intoxication of pleasure, the dance of seduction- it was something Rhazien lived for.

And as she sauntered closer, destroying the space between them with predatory ease, he couldn’t help but raise his defenses out of reflex. Muscle fibers lit up with energy, a subtle tension that ripples beneath his pelt and contours noticeably around his shoulders and collarbone. His pelt starts to bristle, as her tongue lashes out with unchecked malice and contempt. She’d sooner slit her throat than entertain the thought of him touching her. The predatory hunger boiling in his abdomen flares hotter, shivers of pleasure clawing their way down his spine. A primal force, begging for satiation, all fueled by her reluctance to bend and obey. “Oh, but I can help with that too.” He croons, rolling his tongue across the roof of his mouth- a visceral reaction to the carnal lust.

But suddenly, she flipped a switch- her entire demeanor morphing, a tidal wave of new emotions washing away all of the disdain she’d previously flashed so openly at him. Actually, I lied. Her tone, once venomous and sharp, now seductive and sultry- a stark contrast to the woman he knew she was. What was she planning now? His calculating mind is turning, tapping into his uncanny axilary to identify ulterior motives with precision. Trying to break into that labyrinthine maze behind her insidious eyes, but there wasn’t enough time for a true analysis. Her lips were drawn to his ear, the warmth of her breath dancing into the inner shell, igniting a wave of heat down his spine. Soon after, the sound of saliva splitting from jowls filled his ear, an indication her jaws were parting and she seethed the words I want to fuck you up. into his skull.


Fucking bitch.

Pulling back, Rhazien’s movements are purely out of reflex, reeling backward and away from the stone pillar, trying to avoid the brunt of her assault. But of course, given their proximity, that was impossible; her teeth catching a superficial chunk of fur, at the base of his right collar bone. A guttural snarl burst from his jaws, ears pinning back and eyes narrowing as he regained his bearings and readied himself for the bloodshed. He going to burrow himself into her fucking skin like a festering maggot. With her attached to his collarbone, Rhazien cranes his head down and tucks his chin to his throat, to protect his vitals from her lashing fangs, and better align his snout with his target. Jaws splay, and he snaps at her face, attempting to grab onto the temporal area of her skull and sink his serrated fangs down into the subcutaneous tissue.  

"Rhazien Saxe"