Curtain of Stone

Intimacy. His lust for Iggy hadn’t waned since their first coupling. If anything, his desire for her had grown. She bit her lip, and leaned into him, and he absently brushed the tip of a fang against her ear, back and forth. Just… being able to be near her, holding her close. To tease and kiss her. Yes, he liked this change.

“Hmmm… If steward is your heart's desire, I can grant it. Steward today, Consort in a season.” His voice was a rich, pleased purr. He would ensure that the others knew her rank wasn’t another one to push over. In charge of organisation. Not someone to toss their work load onto.

When she pushed against him, he only held her a little tighter, before relinquishing his hold over her. Her shock at the books pleased him immensely. She gave the books her rapt attention, flipping through them with a speed he couldn’t match. Once she was fully immersed in seeing what her haul was, he snuck up behind her. His claws sheathed so his steps were silent as a cat across the hard floor. He bent down, holding his breath so she wouldn’t feel the stir in the air, and then launched his attack. Pulling her towards him, and relentlessly, and without mercy, ticking her.