Shard and Elise lay on her bed, the female cuddled close to the umbreon with her head resting on his chest. Shard slid his hand along her back slowly, the feeling of their bare bodies pressed together bringing a serene smile to his face. The espeon rolled so that she straddled him, crossing her arms on his chest and resting her chin on them as she gazed softly into his eyes. The dark type chuckled, fixing the blankets around their lower bodies before wrapping his arms around her waist.
"That was wonderful, love." Elise muttered softly. Shard ran a hand through her hair gently, drawing another small smile to her lips. "Something… has been bothering me though…"
"And what is that?" He asked with a chuckle. She swallowed, lifting herself up a bit.
"Just who are you? You're too well mannered and too well built to be of lower class…." She gazed deeply into his eyes, trying to read him. He sighed softly.
"Thinking it over… if I'd said something earlier I may not be in this mess….." She looked at him in confusion and he leaned back. "My name is Shard… Grayson. As in, Next in line to Lead the Dark Lands…." Elise's eyes widened, her mouth opening in surprise.
"Y-you're of nobility, and you're letting everyone treat you like a servant? Why?" She asked in utter confusion. Shard chuckled, cupping her cheek.
"I wanted to meet someone who loved me for who I am, not what I'm meant to become…. And I have." With that, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, his arms wrapping about her waist, holding her close. As they pulled apart, she nuzzled him.
"We have to tell my dad….. he'll end your service, and we can openly be together." He nodded softly, rubbing her back. She grinned at a familiar hardness down below, her own entrance growing damp. "But first, we can go another round."
(meanwhile)
"Lord Hades! Lord Hades!" The poochyena shouted, yelping as he tripped over his own paws. Scrambling to his feet, he continued down the massive room, kneeling in front of the houndoom's throne. The hell hound sneered at him coldly.
"Speak quickly worm, what is so important that you interrupt me?" The large canine snarled, resting his paw on the young umbreon that had been 'servicing' him as she settled herself on his thigh, leaning against his chest.
"Nathaniel's daughter is in a relationship with Grayson's son." The Houndoom sighed.
"Send me Veyra. We need a more reliable set of eyes in Aurora." He stated calmly. "But let it wait. I have.. 'business' to finish up.