Aerill grinned when he heard her shift and tense behind him. With all the adrenaline and delight he was becoming increasingly clear, and that was Ilona's misfortune. Maybe he'd never been that drunk. He had played with the thought of her pride being the same kind of monster people deemed him as, but it seemed even that selfishness in her could be controlled with little mentions of little brothers. Instead of turning the brass completely, he simply caressed it with fanning fingers. And then he twisted around so fast the candle was almost frightened to death.<br/><br/>What an absolutely addictive sound, the pitch of her desperation and the break of her syllable. Why, of course he'd wait if she sung like that. He twirled around on his way, effective from fencing, and started stepping back to her, long, elegant strides. The tunic came off again, and on his way he left the clanking swords, too, again in the guise he'd courted her in here, so far. "Ilona." he said, adoring breath deep from his chest. Lovers reunited. "I never thought you could be like this." Awe in his drama, but he was mocking her, of course, reminding her of what had to fall apart for her to ask this question.<br/><br/>He slapped her dress from her hold and took her legs to lift her up the wall again, his clothed cock against her armored cunt. Her tits were as lovely as he remembered, bouncing for the lift. He wanted to suckle them before the night was passed. His serene, almost maidenly suffering expression fell into shadow again for his next performance. It was a more honest configuration of handsome bones and challenging asinine. "What do you think you must do, stupid girl?" he asked, like he was the vengeance of everyone he deemed her the murderer of. He kissed her cheek, like he was hurting for how simple she was.<br/><br/>"You must find the key, princess. Think of Ebrin's fingers as the sand of an hourglass. For breakfast it's his pinky, and then one for every hour you fail. By noon it's his first thumb and so on." he laughed suddenly, surprised himself about the wicked entertainment it would be. "Maybe it'll be a treasure hunt! He'll be on a scene and the people can judge you for your competence, or failure." This was why people were calm under him, because he was already an uproar, himself. "But you can rob them of all that fun if you find it before breakfast, can't you?"<br/><br/>He leaned closed and gave a peck to her lower lip. "Let's start with a kiss first, Ilona. Kiss me like you love me and want me beyond your damned chastity shield." he hissed the last word because it was an insult to his planned night. "In fact. Make love to me in any way you can. Do you have the imagination for it?" Four fingertips stroked her mouth, and the hand supporting her crawled toward the center of her buttcheeks that he was holding on to to keep her up against the wall. The mail jingled around the soft flesh. "A woman is a resource. She was given many crevices for pleasure." You have one left.<br/><br/>He nuzzled the side of her face and pushed his hips to part her legs further. Frustrating fucking device. "First a kiss, to convince me. Comon, princess, it'll be like kissing your fate." he nodded and kept his forehead to hers. "However you see it, I'm your destiny."