[She didn't give a damn about redemption. Not in this way, not by the manner in which she grabbed and held. By the way she used her own weapons against him, asking without words. And while Greed, himself, was a monster by every single definition, he isn't so cruel to hold out on her for very long.]
[That wouldn't have been very far, after all.]
[So his hips roll and there's Hell between her thighs. Between him and her and oh, he'll just draw it out. Sin to sin, devil to devil, and he's so close to the fire. Nearly born from it and that carbon-coating at his fingers comes running back. Crawling just as slow as his pace. As he rolls and rocks his hips to the tune of a dying pulse. Just waiting for the end to take them, but he won't let it come that quickly.]
[Greed releases his teeth just to take a glance. Yes - she's Queen to everyone and anyone and he's the exception to the rule. Always had been and here, in this court, under her watchful eye and against the land that is so rightfully hers, the situation hadn't changed that much.]
[Usually, he'd talk. Hum and drag whatever noises out of his lover to a demand of his own. But not right now - voice exchanged for a growl that vibrates and latches to his throat. As he holds her hips and guides her to the beat. Pushing her back as he pulls out, dragging her forward when he rides in. Moving like a wave and it's a bad tide. Coming to shore to snag a wandering ankle and it'll be the undertow all the way down.]
[A whimper sends an eyebrow up, though. Distant yet there: almost removed. He's close enough that most people wouldn't know - not at a quick glance anyway - that he isn't human. But on close inspection and even closer relation, the signs are obvious to anyone paying the littlest of attention. His movements erratic, his expressions somewhat practiced.]
[It makes it easier to understand - a mutual fuck with royal blood and there isn't a need to worry about what dawn would bring.]
[Greed removes a claw from her hip. Flips it palm-up to her as he drags knuckles and the smooth side of his nails back up her rib-cage. Touching until he's got the shelf of her face in his palm and those talons extend. Wrapping around hair to hold her, the bucking of his hips keeping up with an elongated rhythm.]
[It's then that he shoves a nose to her ear, moving his torso vertically to meet. An awkward angle, but it doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He merely snatches the bottom half of her ear in his teeth, tapping the edge of his claws down her cheek.]
[ Almost the instant he began to move, the pressure began to build in the base of her spine. She can stand the slow pace he sets, because it is worse than not moving, and with his hold of his hands on her hips, she can become mindless to it. Her arms sliding over his shoulders, fingers knotting tightly until her knuckles turned white, with each slow rise and pull of her hips.
Like this, she's unaware of him looking at her, reacting to her, even as she reacts to him. It's been too long -- and for that it might be her undoing. All that matters to her, is fitting herself against him, whining softly when he left her empty, and sighing when he pressed back in.
This, all of this, she had no word for. She had no place doing this at all. But it was right to her, that they did all of it against earth and sky, and no one else. Better than being married, here she could be herself, rather than the priests watching, muttering prayers like it would ensure that she would get with child. She had no idea what it was like to be bedded for the sake of state, and she never would -- God willing, she never would.
It was more amusing to think how he would fare, with a priest and court watching. ]
Greed. [ A sharp word at how he twisted her, surprised by it momentarily. It slips her out of rhythm with him for a moment. Because his teeth were at her ear, his fingers tugging at her hair and so much like a doll as she twisted around him. The shudder making her back arch as she moved that little more insistently against him. The next stroke up, and she brought herself down that little harder, whole body clenching a little, her shoulders tense and her lips opened to a moan to echo the growl she felt rumble in his chest more than she heard.
But more than that -- and God forbid she should not be welcoming to any part of him -- her head turned that little bit, to press her lips against his claw. Hardly bothered by the black that crawled along and covered him, wondering if it tasted different to his skin. Her eyes open just enough to watch him react. Watching the blackness that shifted like a living thing on his body. Where his hand cupped the dip of her hip, the flex of his muscles as he moved with her. The contrast of all that dark against her white skin. ]
[Truth be told, he had visited a church before. Prior to her and hers; before he had been snatched from his own world and spat back into another. Like a plague: wet and sticky, crawling out of the abyss.]
[But back then, things had been different and he had been another sort of monster. His history darker now than he presented. Made in blood with a slow-strut to the altar and Hell followed with him.]
[But Greed was himself - he was just that. Avaricious, the title befitting the name, and he left it all behind for the pursuit of his own happiness. Which was a twisted reflection and even here, there's something off. The sex not between lovers, but business partners and oh, would he just smile and smile at any sort of pastor that may have gave him presence.]
[Instead, though, Greed grins at her. Turns lips against one another and presses them still.]
[Silently, he opens up his hand when she kisses it out. Showing her all his daggers, all his weapons, and he's entirely made for mass destruction.] Go ahead - I won't hurt you, lovely.
[The Sin can't help when he purrs out his words. His name is on her lips and when she turns, he turns. Following, two snakes to snare each other in the cruelest sort of mating ritual.]
[But unlike what may have been - what could have been and what so many seemed to want - he couldn't give her that. The next line of kings and that would have to be saved for something else. That didn't mean Greed didn't take pleasure in the moment. He had other intentions and they called just for the feeling of it. Grinding his hips against her own, threatening to crack and split one another.]
[Greed gives her his shoulder then, slipping his claws away as his knuckles thicken. Black like ink and the tips are as sharp as any quill - sinking into one of the arrays caressing over the dip of his shoulder. He drags his nails there, showing her just where to go - where the wicked-electric begins with a spark to ignite and he's the red-light district in every sense of the word.]
[How the light touches his face, how it seems to turn eerie purples bloody. But he's not the sort for violence - not here and certainly not with his company and he removes his nails as the lines mend. As his core flickers across his shoulder to seal it off completely.]
[He swipes the blood off with flick, letting the last dregs of a spark dance on his tongue. Before it's all clean and slick and wet. A new sort of instrument and he falls away from her violently. Letting his shoulder blades fan out across the dirt, making a hollow thud and his feet find anchor. The sound of his defenses rising where toes ought to be and he sinks his second set into the earth. Uses it as leverage to push himself deeper, to raise her higher.]
[And his knuckle slides between spread thighs - her own and his - caressing where his cock ends and she begins. His smile vicious, but knowing.]
[ His words were all the incentive she needed -- and not that she needed very much to begin with. Adjusting her hold on him slightly, to hold his hand steady as she kissed his claws, her tongue flicking ever so gently. Teasing, tasting, gauging him and his reactions as she ever did her deals with him.
And really -- this hardly felt like reality, like something she was doing was real when she watched him draw blood and heal himself in the same breath. Stranger than all the priests ever said in their books. At any other time, she'd record it carefully. Be fascinated and appalled in equal measure.
But now? she found it just all to follow one seamless movement, as soon his shoulder was bared, her head dipped, pressing her lips, her teeth and her tongue over where the cut had run. Tasting no blood, at least not until she snatched a kiss off him. But it was fleeting, gone before she'd taken another gasp in. Like he had with her, her teeth found the dip of his neck in the second before he pulled away, settling on the ground again.
Elizabeth is frustrated with him, for a moment, she liked his heat, when it was close. Every bit of hellfire she could have under her palms. But he is a devil -- and he does so torment, or at least she realized in the moment his hand moved. In that, if she had his claws, his teeth, he would be cut to ribbons, the hand braced on his chest sunk in and scratched down. But it was an absent action, and selfish she was, the particulars of him were forgotten as she shuddered and writhed.
All that mattered was having every inch of him, and how hard it was to keep silent if this continued.
Being caught like this would be the death of her, in the end. As much as she might of forgotten all else, she didn't trust the hedge walls and stones to keep this as quiet as she'd like. The cry that came from her was smothered against the back of her hand. Teeth biting into her knuckles, but it still didn't keep it all down. The sound bubbling up and coming free despite her best efforts at each deep movement, rattling it from her. Symptoms of a cause.
It was the riddle of her existence, that it must all be locked up deeply inside of her. ] Greed, they'll -- [ - another cry and her head tipped back, feeling the heat curl in her stomach, gone again in the slide of his cock out and then back in -- ] they'll hear.
[ As much of a warning as she could get out, gasped and panted out. Something like begging or as close as she would ever come to it, in this.
[His eyes go shut when her teeth meet his skin, but it isn't with the same heavy lust. It's something of a crooked smile, one that's hard to read: both sinister and kind. Both relentless and giving. An anomaly all by itself and wasn't he just the definition: something that wasn't quite human, but teetered on the brink of the idea. Something that should have had her pinned down and torn apart, but wouldn't raise a hand even if he was forced. Each part of him a contradiction. From the name he held to the weapons he harbored.]
[It was, is, and would be why he always turned tail from the rest of kin.]
[He laughs, though, when she struggles to make words. When they're jumbled and it's the sweetest kind of payout. The whole pile of chips to run through his knuckles and he pulls himself out completely. Only to shove himself in deeper, slowly, savoring the moment. While his finger unfurls and Greed strokes to the beat. As if in an afterthought.] Oh-? Didn't think that really mattered here, lovely.
[But he offers his lips instead. His own throat more suitable than cries shoved to the proverbial pillow and the Sin takes her mouth with his. Tongue to prod, following the gesture of his grinding hips. Smothering her with all the heat she so desperately wants and he lifts with his thighs. With his heels. Up and down, in and out. Letting her ride as hard as she wants, but he'll torture as good as the rest.]
[She hasn't said no - hasn't told him to stop. Nothing but that need saying more than any worries she may have and Greed can't help his grin. It's the cat that's got all the cream and oh, does it just pour and pour and pour.]
[One finger's followed by a second. And a third. Running from the hidden bend and away and he's caressing her hip, dragging knuckles across her bones. Until he dips to where his stomach meets and muscles tense. Giving him room to slip between her legs, grabbing her sex between two splayed-fingers and he pinches there. Rolls, jerks, and twists.]
[ He was like water, holy to her in her desperation. Her lips finding his and it isn't so much to kiss, but as he offered, a place to smother her cries, emptying them against his lips. Each one of them a mix of words and meanings, taken out of her in short pantings breaths. She forced herself down harder against him, her hands listless running over him, pulling and tugging him at him. Nails raking on his shoulders, feather light on his stomach and grasping at his hair when she needed him to hold still just so. Enough that she could hide the sound of her own lust against his skin.
And she might of laughed -- breathless and stolen in seconds, against his lips. Pulling back only to stare at him in bemusement mixed with all else that fluttered through her. ] Me? Alone? When is a Queen ever truly alone. [ Anger there too, maybe, but gone again in a instant. ]
[ It fits in some way he wouldn't make it easier for her all the same. HIs rough fingers finding exactly what they want on her body like he had been doing this for years. She has the spare second, biting down hard on his shoulder as she cried out louder again. Something that would have been too distinct, too obvious to anyone listening. For him, and only for him. But then, not at all, for herself. She wanted this, wanted to be like any other woman, even if that wasn't strictly true, but she wanted and wanted and wanted. He worked her body over like she was instrument he knew well how to play, and when she kissed him again, he frustration showed. Her legs shaking, clinging to him, and she felt savage and empty and like she was near to drowning.
But not enough, never enough. Her movements speeding up, asking without saying, because her pride would never allow that. It was however acceptable enough to torment him as much as he did her. Finding every part of him to trace over and mark as her own. ]
[It's messy and dirty and anything but pretty. Least to any normal mind. When her lips smash against his red and the Sin parts the way with a grin to give even a Hell a run for its money. Eyes shut, neck craning forward to guide those moans down his throat. They echo there, like the long-lost souls in a cave that stretches for hours, for days. Crying out, but there's no use, not here.]
[They're both far too gone for that.]
[But she's got a country to think about - not that Greed really cares and he should have seen the bite at his shoulder coming. He 'tsks' with his teeth peeled apart, tilting his head away so that she can have at it. It'll heal anyway and what's a few brief marks between good ol'chums.] And what's the point of a ruler if you're still thinking that small?
[Queen, king, emperor: it didn't mean shit to him. His avarice ran far too deep, like wires through the underground and on and on it went. To him, land was good, money was better, but ruling the entire world?]
[Is so much sweeter.]
[Though, he just leaves it at that. For now, at least, and instead chooses to run his fingers a bit harder, driving them down where her sex dips and he begins. Greed pinches once, if not just to tease, while his other hand makes claws at her back. A crackle of noise, the sound easy enough to recognize by now, and he's got the smooth side of his talons riding the bumps of her spine. The bucks of her hips.]
Mn - take it easy, Elizabeth. [The Queen is desperate to conquer, always. But he just isn't the kind that can be - not even his own flesh and blood had the power to do it and she certainly doesn't. But those thighs squeeze oh-so-good and Greed's got no shame in hiding it. How much he likes when she rides him, when she bites him. When she tries so damn hard.]
[So, he opens his lips. Lets her hear a grunt or two - feral, obscene. Though, he's never made any notion to the contrary.]
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[That wouldn't have been very far, after all.]
[So his hips roll and there's Hell between her thighs. Between him and her and oh, he'll just draw it out. Sin to sin, devil to devil, and he's so close to the fire. Nearly born from it and that carbon-coating at his fingers comes running back. Crawling just as slow as his pace. As he rolls and rocks his hips to the tune of a dying pulse. Just waiting for the end to take them, but he won't let it come that quickly.]
[Greed releases his teeth just to take a glance. Yes - she's Queen to everyone and anyone and he's the exception to the rule. Always had been and here, in this court, under her watchful eye and against the land that is so rightfully hers, the situation hadn't changed that much.]
[Usually, he'd talk. Hum and drag whatever noises out of his lover to a demand of his own. But not right now - voice exchanged for a growl that vibrates and latches to his throat. As he holds her hips and guides her to the beat. Pushing her back as he pulls out, dragging her forward when he rides in. Moving like a wave and it's a bad tide. Coming to shore to snag a wandering ankle and it'll be the undertow all the way down.]
[A whimper sends an eyebrow up, though. Distant yet there: almost removed. He's close enough that most people wouldn't know - not at a quick glance anyway - that he isn't human. But on close inspection and even closer relation, the signs are obvious to anyone paying the littlest of attention. His movements erratic, his expressions somewhat practiced.]
[It makes it easier to understand - a mutual fuck with royal blood and there isn't a need to worry about what dawn would bring.]
[Greed removes a claw from her hip. Flips it palm-up to her as he drags knuckles and the smooth side of his nails back up her rib-cage. Touching until he's got the shelf of her face in his palm and those talons extend. Wrapping around hair to hold her, the bucking of his hips keeping up with an elongated rhythm.]
[It's then that he shoves a nose to her ear, moving his torso vertically to meet. An awkward angle, but it doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He merely snatches the bottom half of her ear in his teeth, tapping the edge of his claws down her cheek.]
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Like this, she's unaware of him looking at her, reacting to her, even as she reacts to him. It's been too long -- and for that it might be her undoing. All that matters to her, is fitting herself against him, whining softly when he left her empty, and sighing when he pressed back in.
This, all of this, she had no word for. She had no place doing this at all. But it was right to her, that they did all of it against earth and sky, and no one else. Better than being married, here she could be herself, rather than the priests watching, muttering prayers like it would ensure that she would get with child. She had no idea what it was like to be bedded for the sake of state, and she never would -- God willing, she never would.
It was more amusing to think how he would fare, with a priest and court watching. ]
Greed. [ A sharp word at how he twisted her, surprised by it momentarily. It slips her out of rhythm with him for a moment. Because his teeth were at her ear, his fingers tugging at her hair and so much like a doll as she twisted around him. The shudder making her back arch as she moved that little more insistently against him. The next stroke up, and she brought herself down that little harder, whole body clenching a little, her shoulders tense and her lips opened to a moan to echo the growl she felt rumble in his chest more than she heard.
But more than that -- and God forbid she should not be welcoming to any part of him -- her head turned that little bit, to press her lips against his claw. Hardly bothered by the black that crawled along and covered him, wondering if it tasted different to his skin. Her eyes open just enough to watch him react. Watching the blackness that shifted like a living thing on his body. Where his hand cupped the dip of her hip, the flex of his muscles as he moved with her. The contrast of all that dark against her white skin. ]
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[But back then, things had been different and he had been another sort of monster. His history darker now than he presented. Made in blood with a slow-strut to the altar and Hell followed with him.]
[But Greed was himself - he was just that. Avaricious, the title befitting the name, and he left it all behind for the pursuit of his own happiness. Which was a twisted reflection and even here, there's something off. The sex not between lovers, but business partners and oh, would he just smile and smile at any sort of pastor that may have gave him presence.]
[Instead, though, Greed grins at her. Turns lips against one another and presses them still.]
[Silently, he opens up his hand when she kisses it out. Showing her all his daggers, all his weapons, and he's entirely made for mass destruction.] Go ahead - I won't hurt you, lovely.
[The Sin can't help when he purrs out his words. His name is on her lips and when she turns, he turns. Following, two snakes to snare each other in the cruelest sort of mating ritual.]
[But unlike what may have been - what could have been and what so many seemed to want - he couldn't give her that. The next line of kings and that would have to be saved for something else. That didn't mean Greed didn't take pleasure in the moment. He had other intentions and they called just for the feeling of it. Grinding his hips against her own, threatening to crack and split one another.]
[Greed gives her his shoulder then, slipping his claws away as his knuckles thicken. Black like ink and the tips are as sharp as any quill - sinking into one of the arrays caressing over the dip of his shoulder. He drags his nails there, showing her just where to go - where the wicked-electric begins with a spark to ignite and he's the red-light district in every sense of the word.]
[How the light touches his face, how it seems to turn eerie purples bloody. But he's not the sort for violence - not here and certainly not with his company and he removes his nails as the lines mend. As his core flickers across his shoulder to seal it off completely.]
[He swipes the blood off with flick, letting the last dregs of a spark dance on his tongue. Before it's all clean and slick and wet. A new sort of instrument and he falls away from her violently. Letting his shoulder blades fan out across the dirt, making a hollow thud and his feet find anchor. The sound of his defenses rising where toes ought to be and he sinks his second set into the earth. Uses it as leverage to push himself deeper, to raise her higher.]
[And his knuckle slides between spread thighs - her own and his - caressing where his cock ends and she begins. His smile vicious, but knowing.]
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And really -- this hardly felt like reality, like something she was doing was real when she watched him draw blood and heal himself in the same breath. Stranger than all the priests ever said in their books. At any other time, she'd record it carefully. Be fascinated and appalled in equal measure.
But now? she found it just all to follow one seamless movement, as soon his shoulder was bared, her head dipped, pressing her lips, her teeth and her tongue over where the cut had run. Tasting no blood, at least not until she snatched a kiss off him. But it was fleeting, gone before she'd taken another gasp in. Like he had with her, her teeth found the dip of his neck in the second before he pulled away, settling on the ground again.
Elizabeth is frustrated with him, for a moment, she liked his heat, when it was close. Every bit of hellfire she could have under her palms. But he is a devil -- and he does so torment, or at least she realized in the moment his hand moved. In that, if she had his claws, his teeth, he would be cut to ribbons, the hand braced on his chest sunk in and scratched down. But it was an absent action, and selfish she was, the particulars of him were forgotten as she shuddered and writhed.
All that mattered was having every inch of him, and how hard it was to keep silent if this continued.
Being caught like this would be the death of her, in the end. As much as she might of forgotten all else, she didn't trust the hedge walls and stones to keep this as quiet as she'd like. The cry that came from her was smothered against the back of her hand. Teeth biting into her knuckles, but it still didn't keep it all down. The sound bubbling up and coming free despite her best efforts at each deep movement, rattling it from her. Symptoms of a cause.
It was the riddle of her existence, that it must all be locked up deeply inside of her. ] Greed, they'll -- [ - another cry and her head tipped back, feeling the heat curl in her stomach, gone again in the slide of his cock out and then back in -- ] they'll hear.
[ As much of a warning as she could get out, gasped and panted out. Something like begging or as close as she would ever come to it, in this.
But she would never ask him to stop. ]
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[It was, is, and would be why he always turned tail from the rest of kin.]
[He laughs, though, when she struggles to make words. When they're jumbled and it's the sweetest kind of payout. The whole pile of chips to run through his knuckles and he pulls himself out completely. Only to shove himself in deeper, slowly, savoring the moment. While his finger unfurls and Greed strokes to the beat. As if in an afterthought.] Oh-? Didn't think that really mattered here, lovely.
[But he offers his lips instead. His own throat more suitable than cries shoved to the proverbial pillow and the Sin takes her mouth with his. Tongue to prod, following the gesture of his grinding hips. Smothering her with all the heat she so desperately wants and he lifts with his thighs. With his heels. Up and down, in and out. Letting her ride as hard as she wants, but he'll torture as good as the rest.]
[She hasn't said no - hasn't told him to stop. Nothing but that need saying more than any worries she may have and Greed can't help his grin. It's the cat that's got all the cream and oh, does it just pour and pour and pour.]
[One finger's followed by a second. And a third. Running from the hidden bend and away and he's caressing her hip, dragging knuckles across her bones. Until he dips to where his stomach meets and muscles tense. Giving him room to slip between her legs, grabbing her sex between two splayed-fingers and he pinches there. Rolls, jerks, and twists.]
[Oh, he'll take. She only needed to ask.]
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And she might of laughed -- breathless and stolen in seconds, against his lips. Pulling back only to stare at him in bemusement mixed with all else that fluttered through her. ] Me? Alone? When is a Queen ever truly alone. [ Anger there too, maybe, but gone again in a instant. ]
[ It fits in some way he wouldn't make it easier for her all the same. HIs rough fingers finding exactly what they want on her body like he had been doing this for years. She has the spare second, biting down hard on his shoulder as she cried out louder again. Something that would have been too distinct, too obvious to anyone listening. For him, and only for him. But then, not at all, for herself. She wanted this, wanted to be like any other woman, even if that wasn't strictly true, but she wanted and wanted and wanted. He worked her body over like she was instrument he knew well how to play, and when she kissed him again, he frustration showed. Her legs shaking, clinging to him, and she felt savage and empty and like she was near to drowning.
But not enough, never enough. Her movements speeding up, asking without saying, because her pride would never allow that. It was however acceptable enough to torment him as much as he did her. Finding every part of him to trace over and mark as her own. ]
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[They're both far too gone for that.]
[But she's got a country to think about - not that Greed really cares and he should have seen the bite at his shoulder coming. He 'tsks' with his teeth peeled apart, tilting his head away so that she can have at it. It'll heal anyway and what's a few brief marks between good ol'chums.] And what's the point of a ruler if you're still thinking that small?
[Queen, king, emperor: it didn't mean shit to him. His avarice ran far too deep, like wires through the underground and on and on it went. To him, land was good, money was better, but ruling the entire world?]
[Is so much sweeter.]
[Though, he just leaves it at that. For now, at least, and instead chooses to run his fingers a bit harder, driving them down where her sex dips and he begins. Greed pinches once, if not just to tease, while his other hand makes claws at her back. A crackle of noise, the sound easy enough to recognize by now, and he's got the smooth side of his talons riding the bumps of her spine. The bucks of her hips.]
Mn - take it easy, Elizabeth. [The Queen is desperate to conquer, always. But he just isn't the kind that can be - not even his own flesh and blood had the power to do it and she certainly doesn't. But those thighs squeeze oh-so-good and Greed's got no shame in hiding it. How much he likes when she rides him, when she bites him. When she tries so damn hard.]
[So, he opens his lips. Lets her hear a grunt or two - feral, obscene. Though, he's never made any notion to the contrary.]