…And she did, deciding to put her pride aside as she slowly drew his bitter-tasting fingers into her mouth.
Vulpes' eyes narrowed at the rather pleasant feeling of the Courier's tongue curling and dragging along his fingers, the lips wrapped around his knuckles enticing him with their firm but slow sucking.
He briefly considered having her do something similar with something larger, but the horror-tale that had once spread through the Fort of the Courier biting off a man's penis as punishment for his crimes against her briefly flashed in warning through his mind.
Such a shame…
Vulpes sighed as he withdrew his fingers, only to slowly trail them down the length of her neck until his hands rested on her chest, then taking to massaging the leftover crimson wine into her skin.
He watched her reactions, the utter bliss that enveloped her features, lips curving into a smile… Every squeeze had her squirming beneath his hold, and every small sound that escaped from her lips had him both infuriated and aroused.
It was the temperature of the room that was setting the two of them on edge, the constant moist heat enveloping them in a dream-like state. The Courier was becoming delirious and disjointed, as she often did in situations such as this.
Vulpes found that he didn't want to watch her reactions any more, instead taking up his post behind her, chin resting on her shoulder as his hands slowly slid down the sticky, slickened skin of her stomach.
"How will you behave, Courier, when the Legate comes?" Vulpes breathed against her salty skin, digging his nails into her hips upon her shivering groan.
"I will…" She paused, her head lolling back against his shoulder. "Sit up straight."
He smiled in silent approval, sliding his hand underneath the soiled white robes pooled around her hips until he reached that familiar heat, fingers twisting up into her as she stiffened back against his chest.
"And…" She began to shake as his teeth scraped along her jugular. "I won't speak unless spoken to."
"Mm." He hummed his acknowledgement, breathing in the smell of her sweat as he pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of her lips, tasting the leftover sweetness of Cazador honey and apple. "Go on…"
His free hand walked its way up her body until his fingertips were ghosting along her lips, grey eyes watching intently as she began to reach closer and closer to her reward, panting, restlessly shaking, wet muscles tensing around his other working fingers.
"I won't speak with my mouth full…" She smiled up at him as she trailed her tongue along one of the fingers at her lips, earning a faster pace down below.
"And…" She grew rigid against him, then suddenly snapping taut as a long, lazy moan vibrated pleasantly from her throat, quickened breaths smelling of sweet Mutfruit peppering against his bicep.
He found himself rather fascinated by watching her orgasm, having done so before of course, but only while in the throes of his own fervor.
"And you will be obedient to me." Vulpes finished for her as she slumped dreamily back into the solid heat of his body, a muffled chuckle sounding from the face buried in his shoulder. "Is that clear, Courier?"
"Vera."
Vulpes paused, staring in confusion down at the woman in his hold. She was flushed, cheeks a stark, blossoming pink against that wretchedly tan skin, dark eyes flashing up to meet his. "Excuse me?"
"My name is Vera."
He considered briefly that perhaps he should strike her for such words. He wanted to say, 'Who cares?' because really, who did care what Courier Six's name was?
But there she was, small foot rubbing affectionately up and down his knee, lips pressed absently to his collar bone to hide her growing smile.
"Is that clear?" He chose to ignore her.
A heated look passed between them before she simply nodded, baring her teeth to him as she pressed a stinging nip to his neck.
