Damon, despite all his fame and intelligence, back in the day rarely created something toward their people's eternal goal. He enjoyed pondering the ideas more so than putting them to life – their peers believed, which wasn't exactly untrue.
Only a few realized that some blueprints that he did forward toward the correct section of the Bureau of the Architect, more often than not, were returned to him with annotation – and a warning – that were he inclined toward putting those to the test, they would be promptly sent straight to the Pandeamonium – a place storing the most dangerous creations and overlooked by the Speaker of the Convocation.
And no, despite what his husband claimed later on, each occurrence didn't make him pout for years afterward! It wasn't his fault – he was convinced – that he found their people… skittishness aggravating.
If, perhaps, it did become one of MANY reasons why he despised Lahabrea as much as he did… At some level, at least, knowing that the man had no love for his husband as well as the influence of his Seat in the Bureau. And no, it likely had little to do with the fact that most of his designs were a tad… lethal.
Because always finding a bit more than simple fascination in the dichotomy of his lover's soul, somewhat reflected in his ideas occasionally, too.
And flower - for example – as gorgeous as it was poisonous, was hardly something that demanded a reaction like that, after all…
In the end that worked as a potent detriment for him to be willing to share his creations, keeping his ideas and their results contained to the safety of their domain. And if sometimes people visiting their home with some most incredulous ideas about his husband or son tended to disappear… Well, he didn't complain about the lack of occasions to test his projects by himself.
After their meeting with their predecessors from the future, between planning their take on upcoming trials, he started to somewhat gingerly experiment with dynamis – a task made as hard as fascinating by the fact that, by its nature, that power was incompatible with his skillset. But inspired by both Hermes's flawed creation bound to bring about their doom and another, even more intriguing… creature accompanying their reborn selves, he grew determined to create his take on a thing capable of devouring a specific type of dynamis – in expectancy of one-day facing millennia worth of despair-bound mass of it. Mostly due to the fact that as intriguing as he found Onyx, after hearing how exactly it came to be, he was inclined to admit that he hoped they'd be spared that particular twist in their task.
Throughout centuries of multitude of trials and errors, he ended up with quite a collection of promising creatures if none of them fit the intended goal. Still, in the case of some rare few, he didn't terminate them out of simple fondness, if nothing else.
In between those, one that quite stood out, his amused by it Ares dubbed 'Puff' as more an endearment than a real name. And no matter how many times Damon scoffed at that nickname, stubbornly trying to get his husband and 'boys' who grew as enamored with it at least pretend to remember its intended name… but it was for naught. In the end, as ridiculous as it sounded considering its function even he ended up calling it his lover's nickname, in truth giving up a pointless battle.
Not that 'Puff' didn't fit it, as it aptly described the creature's benign form. Looking like a tiny ball of fluff, even he had to agree that it hardly seemed to fit its real name, which in their native tongue was more of a description of its function: Absolute Devourer.
But, despite his hopes for it, in the end, that particular design had one major flaw he never managed to overcome: it refused to 'eat' only dynamis.
In its entirety, Puff had two modes of operating. One, its harmless and benign state that was a default for its existence. Utterly devoid of intelligence or will of its own, it would be more a decoration than anything else… And what had his man and their boys so enamored with it was its tendency to mindlessly roll about their home, changing the shades of its short, fluffy fur to match the mood of the nearest person.
…until triggered into its aggressive form.
In that state, its singular, ''cute'' shape was designed to multiply at the downright intimidating speed, and its round shape would part, revealing row after row of impossibly sharp fangs – and aptly to its real name and function, Puff would devour whatever matched its designed trigger with endless hunger: aether and dynamis both.
After some very careful adjustments over the centuries of its existence, Damon saw it 'activate' but a few times – as by design, their domain's 'Puff' was encoded with the trigger in the pattern of emotions forming the intent to bring harm to his son.
He ran out of the more creative ways to get rid of their peers who would dare to ignore his warning and attempted to 'reason' with him that, for Hades's sake, they should give him up to a 'more fitting' family. And in the end, watching Puff at work was not only interesting but quite satisfying, too. Considering its tiny form and despite the massive number of copies the trigger elected, it would tend to take its time with its prey – nearly savoring each painful bite. Enough said that seeing it once while feeding, Ares lost his love for the creature and demanded its termination, especially when he realized that even his voice couldn't stop it once it was set off. Nothing could, and only when done with its 'meal' it simply went back to its harmless mode.
Damon complied with his lover's demand, of course, if that time he was pouting about it for a while… but like always, he never forgot any of his designs.
Once Raha requested his help with putting the 'itching' spell on his lover, Damon, while preparing it was somewhat surprised to stumble upon something interesting – and familiar – buried in between the vast knowledge his host's mind contained in between the facts and fiction Raha over the years gathered by his lectures. Later following upon that thread with some curiosity, as he absorbed each tidbit about the thing… the sense of familiarity only grew.
Apparently, during his studies while preparing to present his thesis about the Allagan Empire, Raha – diligent as the boy was – read a multitude of books available about it in Noumenon. And though he passed and earned his Archon's marks on something much more mundane, what spiked Damon's interest was the few here, and there mention of one of the most fearsome Allagan weapons.
The Allagan Rot, as it was called, was some tool of biochemical warfare, used briefly during the early stages of the Empire's expansion and swiftly abandoned in the light of the fact that, apparently, it was far too deadly. Unleashed, unless one was immunized to it beforehand, it was bound to consume all in its wake – leaving naught of its target… and any unlucky bystanders. Incredibly infectious and simply impossible to heal or reverse – despite the Allag's advanced technology – bit by bit by piece, it would literally eat away at infected, causing unimaginable pain and leaving on the observers the impression that earned it its name, visually rotting away its victim to nothing.
And that just… sounded far too familiar for Damon to ignore, especially considering he knew his son had his hand in more than a few of the Allag's 'achievements.' And the more he thought about that, pondering it with some mix of amusement and wistful remembrance… Not only his Hades have had quite the biggest liking toward his 'Puff,' considering that anytime it would near Hythlodaeus, it would light up with shades that only stubbornly drowning in denial Hyth managed to misread, but he – Damon – could very easily imagine that without instilling a 'proper' trigger in the creature, and while making it tiny enough for the eye to miss… Well, it could be easily confused by an unsuspecting party for a disease.
If his guess about it was correct, he didn't really care one way or another, putting it aside as a mere curiosity and making a mental note to ask his son about it once able to do so – to sate his curiosity, nothing more.
In the intricacies of his creations, Damon never cared much for the ambiguity of the senseless concepts that others labeled either good or evil. Despite his fascination with dichotomous ideas, these particular notions always seemed to him pointless and far too subjective. One man's good could be another's evil and vice versa – making the whole notion a senseless drivel for his intellect… and not to mention unnecessarily constraining to boot! His so-called moral compass hinged wholly on Ares's ideals – as doing anything to in any way diminish or harm the beauty of his husband's unique soul was the very only thing Damon truly feared.
Ares, in his boundless care, taught him to love, and that gift was he felt he just never would be able to equal. By his husband's hand and in his presence, he was surrounded by his boys – each another gift he once swore to protect and provide for… But for anyone and anything else, Damon had a very limited amount of care.
Or so he told himself once upon a time when their society was determined to reject all he held dear.
Now, in this new, wild world – that fit his beloved's personality that much more than their own ever did and tempted his mind with the countless new, entertaining concepts – he somewhat surprisingly felt more… free than ever before, despite his somewhat not always convenient necessity to share his new body.
Raha, as promised once upon a time by his predecessor, was however a fascinating soul by himself. Still more than baffled by the very idea that he was, in truth, a splintered shard of him… it took Damon somewhat by surprise every time the boy showed a more distinctive familiarity with him. Kind and sensitive as he was by nature, his first impression of his host leaned somewhat toward a mix of surprise and perhaps a tad of dismal, seeing it for an embarrassing weakness that reflected poorly on his soul. But the more time he spent with him and with a real interest in following the boy's thought process… he was only increasingly intrigued by him, which was a surprise.
Senri he had a weakness for from a very first moment. He couldn't help himself, considering how similar the boy was to his beloved husband – not only in his adorable cat-like looks but more so in the duality of his character – that by now he knew that Raha found as intriguing. And the way they both fit together with their nearly mirror-like issues… he found fascinating.
But despite the fact that he swiftly was growing quite protective of his host's soul, he also mercilessly set to cure the boy of his very distinctive naivety. In a way, at least. Knowing what he knew was about to happen throughout Senri's stay in Ishgard, he reasoned that to protect his 'mate' properly, his boy had to a tad toughen up – especially in the aspect he himself found so difficult to comprehend.
Ishgard, in his opinion, was a vicious viper pit in urgent need of a proper cleanse… he was more than eager to deliver.
Mostly, because out of the many more and less pleasant concepts the Sundering has wrought upon Eitherys, he found the mortals' sheer ability to harm children especially abhorrent.
Even back in their day, while love was so scarce, to begin with, the young – and the bright promise of their souls – were nothing but protected. The only exception he knew of was Ares, but even seeing him as the flawed 'anomaly' as their peers did, so completely rejecting his very existence, none of their peers would even think to raise a hand upon a child – instead using him as the example of a fruit that repeating creation was to be avoided.
And the concept of preying on them sexually… went far, far above anything he could make sense of or put up with.
But despite his misgivings and considering their circumstances – especially his host's still apparent lack of real understanding of his peers' capabilities in that infernal city – while knowing how the very first day of Senri's stay in Ishgard was supposed to end, they – he and Ares – elected to let it play out to some degree… if determined to change the miserable outcome. And even while he was a tad apprehensive about his host's reaction to the 'event,' as he just wasn't sure how Raha would take it – and by extension affect Senri's… issues – in the end, he was quite proud and pleased with his reincarnation's very real outrage.
And when on the way back to the slums and the girl's mother, while under cover of invisibility and the boy's heart breaking with every look tossed at the tiny, Elzen dwarfed in Senri's arms – and feeling his lover's pain bubbling under the ice of his frosty temper, his host asked him if he knew a way to prevent something like this atrocity from repeating… well, Damon's mind very swiftly went back to his Puff and its penance to inflict an unimaginable amount of suffering… and leaving no evidence behind, to boot!
Bidding Senri to buy them time and leaving his side after they delivered the girl, he had his host warp to his crystalline inheritance – as reminded of his suspicions about their famed Rot, he was eager to learn more about it from the Tower's logs. And while sifting through those at speed impossible for any mortal mind, he was only very mildly surprised to discover that not only his guess about it was quite correct but to recognize a few more of his twisted, 'flawed' projects in between the mentions of the Allagan's arsenal.
The failure of Hades's version of his Puff had, however, a very simple reason: compelled as their boy was not to remember not only that few days in Elpis but more so his later involvement in their plans, he had no idea about dynamis or how it worked. By it failing to encode the 'correct' trigger for the creature, his 'Rot' became far more lethal than intended, leading to its swift dismissal as a tool to help along the Allag's expansion.
Damon, however, not only remembered perfectly how to properly wove the creature into existence, but he was somewhat more intrigued by his son's idea to make it small enough to be indescribable for the eye – conveniently giving it an impression of illness.
And Raha, bless his viciously infuriated soul when explained the intricacies of Puff's existence and function – obviously without mentioning Hades's involvement with it, as for the time being they elected to keep their hosts unaware of his real identity – quite spiked his interest by having an improvement to offer by his own instead of balking as he perhaps half-expected the empathetic boy to do.
So, if I get it right… his boy asked from the back of their shared head while Damon, in control of their body, sifted through the multitude of his aether-engraved schemas and diagrams dancing in the air around him as he stood in the dead center of the Ocular. Finally finding the correct one, with a subtle twist of his fingers, he made the diagram translate itself into a language his host used while letting all the others dissolve and, with a mere thought creating an image of Puff next to the diagram describing now in Common its design and function. Oh… It looks rather cute, though.
"It's intended to, in its benign form, that is," he replied out loud and pointedly snapped his fingers, letting the image not only switch to the creature's aggressive form but creating alongside it a mirage of an intended 'meal' in the way of presentation of how exactly the process of its feeding looked like. And perhaps because he was still a tad… aggravated, he elected to give the image of the prey the looks of one of the girl's attackers – to drive his point home even more clearly, apparently, considering that Raha hissed with outrage instead of feeling any misguided – in his opinion – sympathy as the light show in front of them came to 'life.' "As you can see, Puff… splits into a massive number of its copies as it feeds, inflicting an immeasurable amount of pain – mostly due to its 'savoring' its meal. It is, however, not sentient – at least not in a way that you, mortals, understand the notion. In its benign form, it's utterly harmless – a very much fluff of fur it takes its nickname from. Each copy is connected with the original by sort of hive mind, and once done feeding, they fuse, once more returning to its default state until again faced with its encoded trigger."
And that is… an intent? Raha hesitated, apparently mulling it over, while Damon raised his hand and rubbed his chin with consideration as he narrowed his eyes at the images, then, with a quick wave of his fingers, visibly sped up the process – to give a better understanding to his boy of what he meant – and pointedly ignored the way Raha audibly balked when the creature went back to its original, cute form.
"Quite," he replied, letting his hands rest on his hips and smiling wistfully toward the picture of one of his favorite projects. "Or, more precisely, a 'pattern' of emotions forming a very specific intent, to ensure it doesn't activate by any sort of… accident or any other combination of emotions. It was one of my… priorities when designing it due to the fact that there's no stopping it once it starts feeding – not even for me, as intended. It, by itself, is nothing more than a ball of woven together strands of aether and dynamis, with no other objective than to be and once activated, consume the source of its designed trigger. Quite ingenious, if I can say so myself…" he added smugly, then pursed his lips with consideration. "I do, however, considering the circumstances, like the Allagan's take on it: making it more of a disease in any of the bystanders' eyes than what it really is. If you would be open to it, Raha, let's say…" he hummed, with a few careful movements creating a massive, circular platform in front of him… them – smiling and winking at Senri that suddenly materialized by his side – with an image of reconstruction of the buildings and streets of that infernal city, for flare adding tiny citizens milling about the image. He put a finger against his lips when Senri opened his mouth with a baffled expression, then cleared his throat, pointing overhead to the small 'cute' Puff hovering over the platform. "As I was just explaining my idea to Raha, boy, let me demonstrate what I have in mind to make it plain…" he chuckled. With another wave, he made 'Puff' split into countless numbers of its form, pointedly shrank them to the size invisible to a mortal eye, and with a move of his fingers for indication, dropped them into the image.
"You cannot see them, obviously," he started, walking slowly around the platform and tapping his fingers against his chin. "But let's say, I encode in them the hunger for the pattern specific to the… well, let's call it child rapists, to be frank, because I think that does require a very specific type of person – and set of emotions connected to it – to be… capable of that," he stopped on the other side of the image to the black-haired Seeker and raised his eyebrows at him pointedly, waiting. Not surprised in the slightest when his ice-blue eyes instantly shifted to his husband's sky-blue and Ares grimaced, folding his arms over his wide chest.
"That… it does," he reluctantly agreed, then sighed and met his gaze. "But are you sure it's a good idea to… unleash Puff upon the world, Damon? The way it feeds…" he grimaced again, dropping his gaze to the image.
"It is, however, a very potent punishment, you have to agree, yes?" he replied hauntingly, then wrinkled his nose at his creations between them. "But going back…" he added, raising his right hand over the platform's edge. "…given that specific trigger, but without the prey fitting it, as you can see: nothing happens. As intended, it rolls about the designed area aimlessly, if in those case and by their size, impossible to see… Now, however, if I introduce to the image its target…" in between the small – white – figures to serve as 'bystanders,' with a snap of his fingers he added a multitude of red-tinted figurines… and grinned at his husband over the platform when they near instantly melted away. "…you get my point, yes? Not only that, though, but let's say some of those would develop… ideas," he let the white figures tint red… and watched them melt away as swiftly, raising his eyebrows at his lover as he pulled his hand back and let it drop to his side. "And for anyone who would happen to witness it at work, nothing more – or less – than an especially vicious disease."
"And… Raha's okay with that?" Ares asked, narrowing his eyes at him suspiciously and tilting his black-haired head slightly. Damon scowled, pouted, then rolled his eyes theatrically and, with a scoff, let the boy take over their shared body.
"I'm not… thrilled," Raha said quietly, then sighed and shook his head, focusing his eyes on the image between him and Damon's husband. "Before you showed up, Damon did show me in detail how it worked, and to say it's cruel… is an understatement. But if I'm to be completely honest with you, Ares," he tightened his jaw and raised his eyes, meeting the sky-blue eyes with a hard, determined look. "If we're speaking about unleashing it specifically upon those who think to… prey upon children in such manner as we witnessed today… I'd say they more than deserve every bit of pain it would inflict. More even…" he exhaled slowly and dropped his gaze, narrowing his eyes at the picture with consideration. "…I would say, if possible, let those affected see and fully experience the terror of being slowly devoured alive. Make them taste every sip of that horror… and even that wouldn't be enough to make up for the harm caused to those who should be nothing but protected…."
That should be doable, Damon hummed with cold calculation. By giving them a venom making one able to see them, or something along those lines…
"That is a point I'm hardly inclined to argue, I admit," Ares sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "But… as a safeguard, if nothing else, this time do make it – if we're really going to do this – have some sort of an off-switch, hm?" he chuckled somewhat humorlessly at Raha's surprised look. "Boy… I'm no less enraged by this than you or Senri are, believe me, and if this works as much as a punishment as a detriment for those who would come to figure out its trigger… Well, I can hardly see it as a bad thing… but better safe than sorry, yes?"
"True," Raha replied with a sheepish chuckle, relaxing considerably, then hesitated and tossed Ares an uncertain glance. "And what does Senri think about that…?"
His husband rolled his bright eyes, then they shifted, growing feline and ice-blue as his beautiful face developed a downright vicious grin of his boy's 'beast.'
"I'd say: let them have a very excruciating moment of it to enjoy it to the fullest, as you said, Raha," Senri growled, waving his hand toward the platform between them. "For those children harmed, and that would be harmed… there is no punishment enough, but this does look like a good start."
And by this alone, Damon decided that he did like them both – and did look toward eventually introducing their hosts to his more creative and less flawed creations… thinking that opposed to their peers back then, they were bound to appreciate them more.
"So… this thing isn't really sealed?" his lover hummed with some amusement after Damon dissolved his 'presentation,' looking around the circular room with crystal-formed walls before looking back at G'raha and raising his dark eyebrows pointedly.
"I thought it was," he admitted sheepishly with a shrug, then, despite his face heating up and not looking toward his tall lover, pointedly set to unbutton his shirt. Considering the circumstances, he insisted on the poor girl keeping his jacket when they delivered her to their mother – alongside a handsome amount of gil by his lover's hand and with an instruction to find a safer place to stay and keep her mouth shut about their involvement. And he did hope for the best for them both… but while his temper still sat at the point of boiling over, he needed an outlet other than finding more of those monsters who thought to do things like that… or he was feeling like he was going to snap.
And for him, there was no greater comfort than the heat of his beast's possessive embrace…
Pulling the material off his shoulder, revealing his mark, he tilted his head in a silent invitation. He was more than relieved when Senri moved toward him and soon wrapped his big hand around the back of his neck, lowering his head to brush his nose against G'raha's throat and taking a deep breath. Flushing furiously still, the redhead closed his eyes and went utterly pliant and submissive in his lover's grip, only purring an insistent invitation for his mate to claim him. He needed to feel that uncanny freedom his senses found in his lover's dominance right now… and Senri, predictably, didn't disappoint.
Claiming his mouth into a deep, hungry kiss, his lover tugged his shirt off him completely, at the same time backing him into the nearest crystalline wall, and G'raha gasped, feeling the chill of the crystal when his bare back met it. He hardly minded, busy blindly pulling the black material of his mate's shirt off him in turn, then impatiently tugging at the fastenings of his pants, already far too gone in Senri's taste to care about silly things like shame… Moaning with relief under his lover's devouring lips when the material finally gave he then choked on a whimper when the taller Seeker used it to wrap his fingers around his cock when it sprang for freedom, breaking the heated kiss to chuckle as he wrapped his free hand around the redhead's throat. Blinking dazedly into his painfully beautiful face and ice-like eyes were ashine with the feral side of his Warrior's nature, he embarrassingly whined a complaint, instinctively trying to follow the addictive flavor of those too-pretty, bruised lips.
"I feel what you need, my prince," his beast purred with a distinctively raspy note to his deep voice, sending a downright violent shudder down his spine and making it even worse by slowly stroking his achingly aroused flesh. "I do… but if we're already here, for the longest time, I had this tantalizing fantasy… Would you indulge me, love…?"
"W-What… fantasy?" he gasped, clawing at his lover's wide shoulders and helplessly trying to bring that gorgeous mouth back to his, nearly losing it when Senri grinned the first true, if more than sharp grin since they entered that infernal city, and for that alone… he would do anything and all to please him as his lovesick heart instantly swelled with a painfully sweet emotion now less than the flesh in his lover's grip throbbed with need for a harder, faster touch.
"Let me show you," Senri chuckled and took his mouth into another delicious kiss, making him barely even aware of the slight jolt accompanying the warp. Then he gasped and hissed briefly as he was almost brutally spun around, completely disoriented until his mate, with a downright gleeful note to his rumbly voice, pointedly shoved his upper body down and pinned his chest against the cool surface… of the crystal throne atop the Tower. "Would you let your humble subject fuck you against your throne, my beautiful Emperor?" his mate purred, wrapping his hands around G'raha's wrists and pulling them above his head, crossing them and with his left hand pinning them down as he leaned away just enough to tug his pants down to his knees impatiently, then came back – balancing the chill of the crystal under the redhead's chest with the impossible heat of his skin against his back. He leaned against him fully, with his free hand rubbing his hip in small circles as he rutted his still-clothed erection right into his buttocks, making him whimper involuntarily and roll back into his every slow thrust impatiently. "Would you, Raha? Can I take you just like this, on this mark of your inheritance…?" Senri growled softly into his neck, then set to spread small, sharp bites over his skin insistently.
"Y-Yes, pleeease," he replied with a choked groan, wrapping his tail around his lover's hips and nearly expired at the way Senri's sweet scent grew impossibly thicker around him, filling his head to the brim and chasing away anything but the painful need to submit. And he was more than rewarded for his compliance when Senri bit him with a possessive snarl, keeping him down against the crystal as he pulled his hips back and after a swift, audible struggle with his pants and the familiar scent of oil he always carried, G'raha nearly whimpered pitiful complaint when his lover's set to prepare his body instead of taking him instantly.
It took ages, in his overheated opinion, until Senri finally positioned against him properly and far too slowly set to claim him, making G'raha lose his patience, and with a hiss of outrage, he easily freed his hands, setting them against the crystal around his shoulders and despite his mate's gasp of surprise, pushed back brutally, moaning loudly in relief as it forced his lover's dick inside him up to the hilt, sending a jolt of lightning along his nerve endings on the way.
"Y-You're…" Senri growled softly, breaking his bite and then uselessly trying to pin him down again, to which the redhead reacted by turning his infuriated eyes toward him and baring his teeth in a snarl, growling as he in a move fast like a flash curled his hand in his lover's ink-black hair and pulled him back toward his shoulder, demanding his 'proper' claim with a hiss of his name. "…stronger than me…?" he sounded dazed for a moment, then uttered an absolutely wonderful, animalistic snarl and, curling his hand around G'raha's throat, bit him just like he needed, curling his long, black tail about the redhead's abdomen as he finally got the message and set to fuck him furiously, making him drown and melt willingly into his claim, mewling his submission desperately as he rocked between him and the throne, with him, pulling and pushing to take him harder, deeper and far, far too soon tumbled over the edge with a near-deafening shout toward the heaven above them.
Yet, Senri only purred his approval into his skin, using his now completely boneless bliss to pin him down once more and bracing his arms on the surface around him, he pushed back from his bite and G'raha's back, groaning and growling his name as he set to fuck him harder, faster, bouncing his whole body with the inhumane power of this strokes with barely contained violence and soon he couldn't help but get lost in the sensation of the scorching heat spearing his insides. In the scent of his mate's arousal and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, mixed with his lover's increasingly aggressive sounds. He came again with a quiet, raspy groan and moaned deeply when Senri shifted and, without warning, snapped into him harder, freezing with a downright sinful mewl-purr of his name as he came as well and his almost too-hot seed filled him with maddening spurts.
Soon, still rocking into him, his black-haired lover sank against him bonelessly, purring loudly his pleasure as he spread sweet, affectionate bites and kisses over his overheated skin. Enjoying that no less than the nearly brutal mating, he choked on his blissed-out sounds, still fighting to catch his breath as he pushed his hand back and curled it possessively around his lover's hip, matching his lazy strokes with delicate rolls of his body.
…until Senri chortled breathlessly and shifted against his back, sneaking his hand under G'raha's chin and curling it about his throat, tearing a surprised gasp from his mouth as he tightened it into a painfully arousing demand of submission, and by the way his dick swelled inside him with unnaturally swiftly renewed interest, his movement against his ass growing harder and more insistent, pointedly rutting into his body just the perfect way to hit the spot that had stars bloom under his squeezed shut eyelids. Mewling incoherently, he rolled with him, gasping desperately when his lover growled and set a short, sharp bite on his neck before whispering:
"I'll sooo enjoy taming you, my fiery heart," he cooed shamelessly with a mix of humor and very apparent excitement.
And so he did, with the boundless enthusiasm he more than expected from his Warrior.