It was an unusual decadence to have the dish on the plate and the creature it fell from, beckoning for approval by your side at first sample. Hubris distilled and delivered, seamlessly. He didn't know what kind of urge it spoke to in him, if she was grown, but he felt carnivorous for her. His human heart did not know what to do with its instincts when they were perfectly raised but immediately teased with satisfaction, like a fire disintegrating a great forest in a blink. This, and all conflicts that comes with eating flesh that wants to be chewed and swallowed.<br/><br/>As had become the excruciating air around his Iris, it made him feel fulfilled and angry at the same time, when her surface was tantalizing to his teeth, but the resistance wouldn't bother his closing jaws. Her surprise made him think of the startle a woman gives when she is delighted too soon. It all made built a dream for him where he couldn't escape his own predatory nature, but also shouldn't have to. What kind of man is hungry with his mouth and diaphragm, and his malicious limb, too? He'd never heard of the lion putting barbed extremities into gouged open antelope.<br/><br/>When she asked him, Master, and it drew at the critical knot in his net of nerves, it all became ridiculous, with her voice between his ears and her salted sweetness in his head. He groaned, miserable, when his teeth unsheathed from their true homes inside her. Kedrick shoved his nymph with vengeance to the floor. He wanted her to break bones. He wanted her to be alright. With a dismissive whip of his body, he turned back to the flower, which was as beautiful as he'd seen it unveiled. Roughly he plucked, and stuffed she loves me and she loves me not into his now scented lips.<br/><br/>It was a miserable delight, the way she escaped over his lips to fan out after his swallow. Traveling carbonation pearls, dancing on his palled, running through his veins. Skirmish of stars that polarized his morals and lust. He loved her and he felt despise. The stem was chewier, every intimate texture of a living, writhing person. And while he tried not to think of devoted nymph he could only see sweet sister.<br/><br/>As the drumbeat of his mood drove the scene into a careening upset, he was undone by all the things his bespoke temptation made him feel. Its crescendo was the screeching of released shards as the plate she'd served herself on bloomed outward when he flung it the table. Kedrick was standing up, full of all the corruption an immortal victim gives a man. "This is..." he hissed, fists clenched and eyes on the constellation of porcelain shark-teeth on the dark wood rather than on his felled Iris. "delectable." dark throat, insulted. "Go to your our room, Naella." Growl.<br/><br/>There was a multitude of things for Iris to be uncertain about, with his explosive wants for her, and the anger that wanted to cut her down, and tear the vital horns from her forehead. Later, if he found her there, where he'd ordered her, would he know which he was himself, burning mad or burning madly? He only knew he needed her out now, because he didn't want the things that he desired.