Screaming bloody murder

Setekh's smirk widened slightly as he felt Kyanite's claws dig into his skin, drawing blood in a visceral display of her desperation. Her grip was tight, almost hateful, and he relished in the sensation of her pain mingling with his own through blood and agony. The defiance that had garnered his attention in the first place still stoked a primal flame within him, even now. He suppressed a pleasurable shudder, opting to make it appear as though she had shared her pain instead. He was becoming more and more interested in unraveling her harsh exterior, if the reward was more delicious somatic experiences? He was so eager.

Setekh observed Crux's begrudging acceptance of his presence with a sense of detached amusement. The man's distrust was palpable, understandable given the circumstances, yet it only served to fuel Setekh's intrigue. She was at odds with her family, so why was he here to help her? Why was she so adamant to stray? Questions, questions. And he was fully prepared to capitalize on her desires.

He gazed down at her with a mixture of amusement and approval as she gripped him, his molten eyes locking onto her skull as she worked through her suffering; only briefly flicking to the other male’s as he worked on her leg.