Deep Inside [M]

Gideon could easily admit that with everything he was doing for his family, yeah, it did hold importance to him, but it didn't rule his life. His devotion was solid, strong, but he wasn't going to change who he wanted to be just because he had to protect his family. He could do both, couldn't he? He didn't know, and to be honest, there was an inability to care, for nothing had proven him otherwise in his time ruling, as a vagabond, and quite frankly, alive.

Her bodice would slowly slink towards his own, her warmth gliding against his own, and a pleasurable smile would dance on his lips. Would she come to him? He was definitely testing the bounds of the impressionable female. His kiss would meet her cheek and she would seem to respond in a most gratifying manner. "You are incredibly beautiful, Chrysanthe," His vocals were warm, welcoming, tainted with the teasing only he could offer the woman. He wanted to make her feel special, admittedly, she was, and yet, he still knew he was taking advantage of her.

"It is hard to just be yourself in this place, isn't it?" His husky breath would flow forth towards her nape as he ducked his head beneath her own, his staggering height demanding he bend his knees substantially. The beast of height, before a yearling. Would she find the same information leading to treasure? Or would she feel the need to deny him as his urges grew for the woman? He had his mind made up long ago, her touch only making him decide it could be possible to get accomplished.

"Chrysanthe, you are so beautiful, it is I that should thank you for allowing me your time," His words flowed out, the secrets he was going for hidden, his tongue attempting to grace her neck again and the male attempting to press his muscular chest closer to her own body. "Ladies man, maybe, I know how to treat a lady," He purred, the lord cooing into her ear finally, "Do you know how to be treated?"