He had seen the shift in her roses when he looked at her breasts. Strong woman, not to cover up. He supposed she would be, under all this pressure. Something changed between them, though it wasn't her attitude as much as her physical responses. No longer fighting outwardly, she was becoming easier to deal with. There seemed to be some intimate intelligence in her, that scrolls couldn't teach. Her hands wandered his chest like she was finally intending to discover him. It was likely to breed weakness, or build attachment that she could use. He'd always had power, and there'd always been people who recognized their need for it.<br/><br/>The pretty face didn't spit his hand away, and welcomed it to the shallow depths lined by her tongue. He was pleased, entertained, and the part of his own lips suggested her was engaged, too. The slick heat sent pleasure through his knuckle, shooting up his arm. He didn't react much to her teeth, but they were daunting, which added to this game. When he had his hand back by the pressure of her peck, he squeezed her truth-saying ass when it offered itself.<br/><br/>Ilona was so reasonable when she wasn't being vapid. Aerill leaned against her, which pressed her tighter to the wall with his hips pushed firmly between hers, when her lips courted his neck. Teeth again. She was this kind of woman, then. He laughed darkly from his throat, low, when she bit him. Audacity because she'd padded it with intimacy. Smart girl, giving him little facts between little worships. By the time his saw her again he was well on fire, eyes laden with a thick film. He indulged in ignorance's veil sometimes, because he could.<br/><br/>"Such a," he started, and then thrust upward, to press her protection against her. "Good sister." he commended and trailed his own touch over where her kisses had walked over his skin. "And a good negotiator too." he said as he spun her of the wall, like they were dancing on their wedding knight. She'd have no trouble discerning his adoration for her, by how his cock tried to lift her. Her hair flung with the motion. "So the price for your quim is that I send one of the kingly mouths I would otherwise have had to feed to another country?" it was sweet. He chuckled in delight as he moved them. "You're not so cold are you, Ilona. Why, you're downright pleasant when you want to." he kissed her cheek to commemorate when the proud princess was playing along.<br/><br/>Then he torqued his body hard and let go. It might be terrifying falling in the darkness toward a stone floor. But she'd land in her mother and father's bed instead of bruising her skull and back. Aerill held a dead candle to the only one still standing, and sucked the flame onto the new stick to let it burn. More light for his pretty, wicked face as he crossed her wrists above her head with one of his hands again. "but you're still disrespectful, aren't you? Why should I give you hope to pray to? Ebrin could galvanize the west against me, maybe, and then you'd have something to live off for ages while their politics saunter on until I see fit to destroy them too." he'd let her struggle if she wanted as he brought the candle closer to her belly, and then lower. Her skin did look edible in candlelight.<br/><br/>"I will, however, enjoy seeing his face when I tell him his sister was trying to trade her cunt for his freedom." he laughed as the red wax started to drip on the weave. One of his legs were between hers, so she couldn't close them, and the hot substance found its way in through the rings. Surely it'd be agony to her sensitive place. "No. The deal of Ebrin's fingers goes, now that it's well within your power to get the key. You should really try to make me happly instead to clawing for control, m'am." he said as he left the candle on the bedpost, and lifted the shield from her mounds to let the wax harden underneath, without clinging to the rings. He even leaned his head low to blow. How delicious his granted chill must feel.<br/><br/>Then, as he was sitting by her side with his knees in the sheets, his head came down so his mouth could eat her lovely tit. It was loving at first, and then he suckled harder to torture her. He introduced teeth, too, and ate wildly without blood while his hand not controlling hers cupped between her legs, which pushed the mesh against the wax, which in turn started massaging the folds the belt had been made to protect. Ingenuity in the face of magic had won him a few battles, and hers wasn't the first little prison he'd encountered. If she wouldn't please him with it, he wouldn't be a bad sport about retorting with generosity instead.<br/><br/>Novice lover like Ilona, wouldn't have a chance to hide her peak from him, so he went looking. She could fight if she wanted.