<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ForBqin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">NightReign</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99_v0DuKf1U</div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manshealed Park<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dorn, Artorius<br/><br/><hr/>As with everything else in her life, Reign had never been told to ask nicely. No was neither foreign nor a deterrent for someone such as herself, no stranger to hard work but in no way obligated to grovel at another's feet. No, there was grace in one's posture, tone, and overall portrayal; It took time to evolve one's very aura, as she had. She could remember a time, several years ago, where she had cowered from her own desires within the safety of her parents' money. There was a veil over her, obscuring the world from view and keeping her dulled to those things she enjoyed now, gaming but silent, intelligent but unnoticed. Somewhere along the road of her life, the veil had lifted, and with it, the shackles and wrappings that kept her bound to herself, allowing her first to roam free -<em>however in the safety of anonymity</em>-, and then to explore a whole new sense of self. It was not that she did not like those who were more humble than she, or that she particularly hated those who could bow and obey... Rather that she saw some of herself in them, and hated being forced to look in the metaphorical mirror. These days?<br/><br/>Perhaps, in her new life as<em>a queenly masterpiece</em>, Reign's greatest desideratum for partnership might be the propensity to react appropriately to her body language. Her mouth was a weapon, and it did not betray her as her body so often did. This, was where Dorn came in.<br/><br/>Whatever cheeky yattering might escape her dark lips, there was an obvious gap, so to speak, between what she would admit to verbally, and what her body would confirm in its many instinctual shifts and reactions. As an example... Familiar was the calloused drag of overworked flesh against her own, dark, taut, and unblemished at his fingertips as he rewarded her efforts with his time. They had not known one another for long, but this would not appear to be the case to any onlooker, with a very pleased Demoness leaning into his every motion, unable to repress her own glee as her spine raced with a multitude of euphoric tingles and jolts. Everything behind her was almost needlessly sensitive, this including her back, her tail, her bottom, and her thighs. Her thighs, in particular, had drawn tightly to a close, keeping 'it' back with the force of a prison warden. Of her startlingly few fears, only one was of any true consequence, and it worried her everytime she occupied Dorn's affections.<br/><br/>Her second set of equipment had taken from her a number of partners in the past, worrying her even now. What if it put him off? Oh, no no, she couldn't have that, she was enjoying the low tones of his voice and the heat of his breath, and then there were his hands again, his words sounding far away despite being right in her ear; There was a sharp inhalation as his fingers met the base of her tail, lazily flirting with the barred studs that ran through the emergence of the appendage as it curled from her rear. There was a pulling motion on her part, as while he was merely toying with her, it was a sweet spot, to be sure. She took up two small but barbaric fistfuls of his habit, one across either thigh as she failed to hold back the intense desire to lean forward for but an instant, facilitating a pulling motion despite his not having to do more than hold the long, naughty protrusion to begin with.<br/><br/>"Dark star? Sounds pretty good, 'think I'll steal it." she opined in what could only be described as a growl of her own, leaning her head to the side to allow him better access to the soft skin of her neck and shoulder. The scent of honey continued to waft from his mouth, his lips pouring over her like a warm bath. He was right, yes... She<em>did</em>need him, and she did need<em>this</em>. She smirked, triumphant, albeit a smidge dazed and a bit out of breath. It was certainly good... but it wasn't enough. She wanted him to be more urgent about these exchanges, more aggressive, if not only for a moment-<br/><br/>She was going to test the waters a bit, but was stopped as Artorius' voice sounded off to their side. She did not hide her irritation and kept her fists locked about the cloth over his thighs, making no bones of her displeasure. She fidgeted knowingly, shifting her soft rump atop the swelling<em>muscles</em>surging behind her. She eyed the pink-haired healer with something akin to aggravation and amusement, as while but seconds before she was feeling slighted by the disturbance, she could see from the look on his face that he was<em>hard pressed</em>for a reward of his own. No doubt under the guidance of Sara's religious platitudes, he seemed unsure, likely as a result of her presence and the added pressure of being under Sara's watchful eye. 'Aim to please', indeed!<br/><br/><em>Poor little <strong>tool</strong></em>. A sharp Cheshire Grin flashed his way, and the tip of her tail rose to collect the wine from his grasp. An issued challenge betwixt sluts? Perhaps... But it would appear a strange one, as it would have freed up Dorn's other hand, with one still preoccupied with her body. Reign loved a good show.<br/><br/>At the very least, while she did not like to share, she had a flair for theatrics, easily entertained by the mortified looks of others. As her grin became a sneer, she licked her lips as her tail brought the goblet in close and sipped the wine despite having her own cup balanced between her thighs, unafraid. She shot the more obedient healer a prideful but depraved smirk. 'Lord Dorn', was it? How precious.<br/><br/>"Oh<em>yes</em>, sugar, tell us. What else<em>can</em>we get for you, you poor,<em>tired</em>thing?" the dramatic purr inquired 'nurturingly', its owner reaching for the thickly muscled arm currently attached to her body and bringing his fingers to her lips for a few drawn out licks and a teasing chew each. Added effect?<em>Maybe</em>. Very nearly everything she said was meant to either sink teeth into someone or to jest at someone else's expense, so this one was knowingly suspicious. Was she joking? Was she being catty? Was she flirting with Dorn? Was she trying to jab at Arty by freeing up<em>her</em>dom sparingly while keeping the rest of him to herself?<br/><br/><em>Who was to say?</em>