[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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[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.]