He was a good actor most Days, if he was his own judge, but he didn't address his treatment of his wife more then he thought he should. The commune would agree that no husband should be questioned about his wife beyond his own willingness to answer. If Neda's displeasure at his silence on the topic of Teija was noted, he made no sign of it. He'd been more interested in Ariela, of course, and was already trying to find an opportunity in his mind to talk to her. He'd missed her during his time away.<br/><br/>The way his wife cowered when they were alone, especially after her impromptu bravery with her little punch, did well to engage him to their moment. He was a different person with her. The stoic that worked as a mask over his violence was politely set aside for Teija Krause. She was his confidant in a way, and his entries were written with her marks, and the singing of her pain receptors. In that aspect, Teija was perfect. He loved her for it. Her flaws justified his outbursts. She kept his monster fed, and all he needed to do was drown her system in stimulants. He wondered if she'd been good, if he'd let her be. He didn't mind being at fault for her addictions. It was just another way he owned her, had made her.<br/><br/>Poor girl, attached to the image of the pills. She seemed perturbed in the cutest way, subtle, as though their encasing offended her. Of course. These things were meant to be enjoyed, she thought. He laughed at her expression and let her listen to the rumpling of the clear plastic for a few more tosses. He was becoming stiff again from the mere obsession she showed. Teija could always be leashed with spells like this. The otherwise wild girl was most beautiful when she was transfixed on something he controlled. Anxious, pretty, wanting.<br/><br/>Without shame and almost hastily she opened the jeans she'd put on for the day. Marlon took a breath when she showed him the neatly kept surfaces of her secret, split hill. His hill. Her husband swallowed when she pumped it at the ceiling once to push her denim off. His length swelled at a painful rate when she proceeded to get her knees on the cushions and produce her rear in the air. A small hiss between his teeth as he inhaled when she pushed the delightful cheeks toward him. What a sight. Troublesome Teija, posing, ready to be taken care of.<br/><br/>He broke the bag with his thumb while his other hand sipped his flyers down. He poured the two party favors into his own mouth, and smiled at her while his chin was still up, cock out. He teased her sometimes, about taking her candy for himself, but Marlon enjoyed Teija enough not to need her drugs, too. What control would he have if he also indulged in her weaknesses? Eventually he put his hand on the low of her back, pushing down to have her ass angled up. His lips parted to let the drowned pills roll off his lower lip, pushed by his tongue. The colorful pair fell, trying to hold on to his mouth with a bridge of saliva before it broke, and they collided into the valley of her butt.<br/><br/>He held those soft cheeks apart, and waited for them to slide to her pucker, which he visited now and then. She knew to relax, even if he guessed she'd be excited when he grabbed the base of his cock and brought its head to those pills. Teija was always helpful with these things. It was a game they'd rehearsed a lot. The first few times he'd resorted to using his fingers after all, but now he knew how to balance everything, and applied pressure when the pills were held right on the bulb of his member. They were forced in to where she wanted them, and he got a first taste of the inside of her smallest tunnel before he popped out again.<br/><br/>"There you go, wifey." he said. And then he lanced her, one hand in her hair, and the other slapping an ass cheek loudly. He'd usually build up to that kind of strength, but now he let her have it right away, whacking that flesh hard while his cock was inserted in her cunt. The hand in her hair pushed her head against the top of the backrest. He was grinding her forehead against it while taking out some day old frustration in her pussy. "So, are you gonna give me a baby now?" he asked, right about when the sensitivity of the pills should be enhancing her experience. "Or are you going to keep up with being barren and filthy?" he said it like a compliment. They'd failed enough at this breeding thing to know the odds. This was pillow talk, mostly, at her expense.<br/><br/>The violence of his hips would eventually show on her forehead. He wouldn't want that, not too much, and ended up letting go to flip her, spinning her on his cock to lay her on her back. He could easily continue after that, folding her legs over her body, and holding on to one ankle. He looked down at her darkly before he put her Achilles tendon at the back of her ankle to his lips, and bit into it to keep her leg elevated for his fucking. Like they were animals, and had a bloody ritual to their mating. "I love you, Teija." he said into the bleeding skin, and turned his head a little to strain what he'd caught between his teeth.