The bruising hands at the female Kytinn's restrained biceps fall away quickly and she is forced to her knees just two feet away from where Kotal Kahn is lounging in his throne, thrumming his fingers against the snake head arm rests, eyeing the Kytinn like some kind of predator. Outworld's new emperor gives a flick of his wrist, dismissing the two soldiers and he stands tall from his throne staring deeply into D'vorah's black insect eyes. Kotal made sure that his henchmen didn't harm her while trying to retrieve her, although she managed to do some damage to some of them; Kotal might feel betrayed and angry, so very angry, but he's not going to do any harm whatsoever to his once trustworthy Kytinn.
Kotal Kahn has always had a soft spot for D'vorah, he once saw her as his queen, his forever mate to be by his side as they rule Outworld together and tragically, his heart and soul still long to claim her as his empress but the anger inside of him is strong and he fears it might be stronger than his unknown love for the lovely Kytinn.
D'vorah is careful as she pulls against the heavy shackles around her wrists and looks up at her emperor. There is a noticeable, dull ache in her right temple and an emptiness in her thoughts. D'vorah is in complete puzzlement on how Kotal was able to find her and so quickly. She can't recall how she got here but she doesn't let it worry her; she shouldn't be surprised as she is to see Kotal Kahn standing before her, he's very intelligent and powerful; both in mind and body.
D'vorah tilts her head to the side and struggles with the shackles, waiting for the silence between them to be broken. "Why is this one here, emperor?" D'vorah asks, batting her eyes a few times, watching Kotal pace the room.
Her usual stern tone makes Kotal more aware of her but it doesn't surprise him; the idea of him being speechless is to bring some intimidation to D'vorah and it's working for the mean time. D'vorah is excellent at hiding her emotions and that's what had made her a perfect candidate to work along side Kotal but Kotal knows how to weaken most beings and he can see the intimidation working on D'vorah. Kotal stops in place and turns his gaze away from the opening in the curtain and looks over upon the female Kytinn, remaining as obedient as she had been when she was at his side. Kotal Kahn wanders on over to D'vorah and she listens to the soft sound his feet make across the floor. She never once breaks contact with Kotal's gaze and when he's close enough to D'vorah, Kotal kneels before her and he grabs a key from his waist. D'vorah sees this and cocks her head again, blinking at him.
"I will relieve you of the shackles but I demand you stay on your knees," Kotal says sharply, nearing D'vorah's personal space. He shuffles to the back of her and unlocks the shackles, letting them fall heavy into his hand. The weightlessness that's left around D'vorah's wrists is very pleasing and she brings her arms to the front of herself, resting her hands across her thighs.
Kotal returns to the front of her, remaining on his knee. "Your betrayal has surprised me greatly D'vorah, you have always been the last I would believe to do such a thing," he says to the confused but also greatly guilty Kytinn, following her gaze to her hands. She must be feeling something for Kotal for breaking such strong eye contact like that. Kotal licks his lips and brings a large hand to her chin, lifting it up with the help of his thumb.
Their eyes meet again and D'vorah's sharp teeth are lightly showing between her parted lips and her eyes are quite heavy. The ambient light coming in through the part in the curtain has D'vorah's beautifully unique features on full display for Kotal's stare and D'vorah simply blinks her eyes and brings her hand up to lightly touch Kotal's.
"This one had to do what was right for the hive, this one feels your pain and anger but it had to be done, emperor Kahn," D'vorah responds pleasantly to Kotal, her voice low but touched with a bit of determination. Kotal drops his eyes for a second only to return them to D'vorah, removing his soft grip at her chin. The Kytinn cocks her head and watches Kotal stand tall. Kotal Kahn has the burning need to bring harm to D'vorah for her betrayal but he's wrong about his anger; the desire to make her his empress is much stronger than his anger.
Kotal finds that it had been a silly idea to bring D'vorah back to Outworld; he's only hurting himself. Kotal turns his back on D'vorah and it seems to become a bother to her. While on her knees, hands across her lap, D'vorah sits with her back straight and closely watches Kotal.
D'vorah knows that what she had done is right, she always tries to do what is best for the hive but the look on Kotal Kahn's face isn't like anything she has witnessed before. "It seems we have wasted each others time," Kotal says softly, returning to his throne; "You are free to leave," he finishes. D'vorah cocks her head and stands up. She isn't told to do so yet but she does anyway and wanders on over to Kotal. D'vorah isn't looking for a mate, a Kytinn like her doesn't need one but what would be the harm in displaying a little bit of affection for an Osh-tekk emperor, although they are complete opposites in every sense of the word.
She doesn't know exactly how to start but the more that D'vorah thinks about it, the more her insides squirm, literally and figuratively. Kotal watches in wonder as the Kytinn Queen makes her first few steps towards him. The Osh-tekk Emperor brings his head up from his hand and stares at D'vorah, taking in the way her knees bend, the slow movement of her hips and the waving of her cape. Every last detail he takes in and Kotal becomes fully aware of his true feelings.
Kotal Kahn had never claimed a mate, his father had found wonderful female Osh-tekks for Kotal all those many years ago but nothing ever happened. Kotal was too young at the time for a mate but now, now he's ready and the only mate he can see as his queen, his empress is the Kytinn Queen D'vorah.
"What are your intentions D'vorah?" Kotal asks out of confusion but mostly curiosity, shifting himself in the throne. The air is warm and the sun shining through the part in the curtain is welcoming. D'vorah stops before Kotal, looking up at him as he sits there, staring down at her with a sudden primal desire. D'vorah has wonderful senses and the smell in the air coming from Kotal is...enticing. Never has D'vorah experienced the feeling of desire, of want. She's all too new to the sexual world.
"This one is in need, Kotal," D'vorah says very softly, placing her hand over her chest gazing into Kotal's shocking blue eyes. The Osh-tekk emperor is taken aback by her choice of words but he's quick to understand. The heat of the sun makes their combined scents stronger and Kotal stands up from his throne and meets D'vorah on the last step. He takes the final step and now they are standing before each other, D'vorah raising her head to see his eyes. Her head tilts to the side and she closes her eyes mysteriously. Kotal watches the Kytinn as she breathes in through her nose the scent around them and once again flashes her black insect eyes at him.
"Your need for what D'vorah?" Kotal asks quietly, managing to keep his distance but stays close enough to smell the honey radiating off her. He already knows what D'vorah is searching for, he can smell it and can see it on her face, he just wants to hear her say it. Kotal wants to hear D'vorah say that she needs him. D'vorah licks her lips and Kotal can see the Kytinn's thick saliva drip to their feet onto the rug. It smells like honey and with the golden color it must be honey.
D'vorah brings her eyes down, not to their feet but at Kotal's stomach. She licks her lips a second time and he can see how much she's salivating. His desire is becoming stronger; the more he looks at her and inhales her scent, the more his desire intensifies.
"D'vorah needs Kotal," her unique voice is quiet and her eye lids are heavy again like before. She's looking up at him, taking a step closer. Kotal gazes down at her and awaits her touch. He's afraid to initiate the first touch in case he won't be able to stop if it frightens her. Kotal's breathing lightly picks up as well as his heartbeat but it's nothing worry-some; Kotal Kahn is a very strong willed man, but the longer the two of them stare and day dream, the weaker he becomes.
"I welcome you D'vorah," Kotal speaks finally and his breath is warm when it hits D'vorah's face. The Kytinn pulls back her hood, takes another step forward and suddenly her clothed breasts are against him. She's careful not to step on his feet and D'vorah retracts two of her pincers, using them to give her a little bit of height and her black lips meet Kotal's warm cheek. Kotal accepts the delicate kiss and gives her a little hum in return; he can feel her sharp fingertips glide carefully across his chest and the touch is very inviting. Kotal Kahn hums again as D'vorah moves her fingers along the untouched areas of his skin, over his large pectoral muscles and lightly across his nipples.
His breath is soft and warm against D'vorah's face and she brings her eyes back to gaze into Kotal's, stopping her fingers. Her head tilts to one side and her insect eyes stare longingly at Kotal's olive colored lips, her hand now resting flat against the Osh-tekk's chest.
"These actions of yours surprise me D'vorah but they are pleasing," Kotal says to D'vorah and she looks off into his eyes again before slowly pressing her black lips against his own. The Osh-tekk emperor hums yet again, carefully moving his much bigger lips against D'vorah's, melting into her touch. Her hands move away from his chest to his armored shoulders. Kotal regretfully breaks the kiss simply to remove his Aztec helmet, revealing to D'vorah the dark hair kept up in a high ponytail and the claw earrings through his earlobes. Never does Kotal Kahn remove his helmet when he isn't in his resting chambers but this moment deserves Kotal's full self.
D'vorah has seen Kotal Kahn without that helmet before and she knows how powerful and mighty it makes him feel and it pleases her to know that the emperor is willing to dispose of it for her. Kotal looks down at his helmet for a moment but D'vorah grabs a hold of it and lifts it from his grasp.
"This one will keep Kotal's helmet safe," the Kytinn reassures the Osh-tekk emperor and walks away towards Kotal's throne and places it carefully onto the seat of the throne. He watches closely and when D'vorah returns to him, Kotal gives her a slight smile. The emperor's feelings are growing stronger, becoming hotter for the Kytinn and he brings his hands up to rest upon D'vorah's shoulders, being well aware of the spikes jutting out from them. D'vorah's lips part upon the surprising contact and she stares up at him, grabbing one of his large hands and places it against her cheek. This moment, these feelings that two opposites are sharing bring them closer to each other. Without thinking of the possible consequences Kotal spills what's on his mind.
"Be my empress D'vorah, stay by my side and together we can make Outworld strong again," Kotal tells her, loud enough for her to hear clearly, lightly brushing D'vorah's face with his thumb. The Kytinn tilts her head and blinks her eyes up at Kotal, still holding onto his painted hand. The two of them continue to stare in silence until she lets go of Kotal's hand and turns her back on him. Her actions bring some emotional damage to Kotal but there is no reason why it can't be healed back.
"This one doesn't know what to say to Kotal's words," D'vorah says quietly, her head dropping. Kotal stares down upon her and touches her shoulders. The touch, the delicate touch sends D'vorah into a dangerous frenzy of pincers and razor sharp teeth. Kotal is taken by total surprise by D'vorah and puts his guard back up high.
"Leave this one alone Kotal Kahn, D'vorah works for Quan Chin now!" D'vorah growls and uses two of her pincers to lift her up higher than Kotal and has the other two working as weapons. Kotal uses his golden armlets as a shield to block D'vorah's dangerous pincers and as surprised and worked up his mind and body are, Kotal doesn't feel it when one of D'vorah's pincers jabs him sharply in the thigh. Before the fight has any time to escalate, D'vorah retracts her wings and leaves Kotal's throne room. Kotal Kahn shouldn't be so surprised and hurt by that Kytinn but he is. He is quick to retrieve his headdress, puts it back over his head and exits the throne room in anger.