<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/ad/8a/f0ad8af17de87645b110a3368c1fdbf3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Artorius Glimmerstar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sara's Cottage<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybody!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>You know, there was something annoyingly ironic about Reign getting annoyed at somebody elses intrusion. No...no, ironic was the wrong word. It was outright<em>hypocritical</em>of her, daring to be<em>annoyed</em>at somebody else interrupting her fun, when she herself had intruded and disturbed somebody elses attempt to do just that. And if their positions had been reversed, he could pretty much guarantee that Reign would be being far more aggressive and rude about interrupting an getting involved than Artorius was being, and would see absolutely no problem with it whatsoever. She was just that kind of arrogant, haughty woman who thought that she deserved to have everything she wanted without having to work for it, and anybody else who happened to clash with what she thought she deserved was obviously wrong and beneath her. She was ostensibly a sub as well, but it was the way she looked down on him that rubbed him the wrong way. She seemed to think that he was beneath her, that he didn't deserve any respect, that he was just some kind of filthy tool that people used and threw away, who didn't<em>deserve</em>to be around her, and well...he got enough of that in his real life, thank you very much. It hurt out in the real world, but here in virtual space, where he was being who he<em>wanted</em>to be...well, he came here to avoid that feeling.<br/><br/>Now, there was a bit of nuance there; he didn't mind disgrace and humiliation, obviously, but there was a difference in<em>context.</em>With Dorn or Crorn or one of the other Doms, there was an air of affection about it. They did it because it was their role, and he himself got off on being treated that way by people he trusted and held affection for<em>because</em>he knew that they didn't mean any of it. Because he<em>knew</em>that they actually<em>did</em>respect him, and because they accepted him the way he was. But with Reign, it was...different. She didn't respect him. She didn't care about him. She was saying what she said with<em>malice</em>behind her words. She was taunting him and flaunting her affection with Dorn in front of him not as part of some big game, but as a concerted effort to<em>hurt</em>him because she looked down on him and actively scorned the person he was. That was the difference; she<em>meant</em>what she said, and when he came here to escape that kind of scorn and sneering malice, it was hard to stomach it happening here, where he was supposed to be accepted and safe. Artorius never really held such strong dislike as some people seemed capable of, but for Reign, in that moment, he made an exception. Reign was normally ok if you avoided her, but when she decided to go out of her way to torment and belittle him? He could honestly say that he<em>hated</em>her.<br/><br/>It wasn't even that he was jealous of her position with Dorn; he wasn't a possessive person by nature, it was just...the<em>intent</em>behind it. Which was why, when he saw Dorn grip her by the throat to shut her bitch mouth up, he felt a soft glow of gratitude. Even if Reign was a completely unrepentant bitch, he knew that he had people around who would support him and curb her from doing anything<em>too</em>nasty or out of line. And apparently, her attempts at rubbing his face in her affection and proximity had not gone unnoticed. He gave her a sweet, passive little smile - over the top in its saccharine nature, just for her - before bobbing his head happily. He watched as Dorn shifted, his hand stretching out towards him, his grip tight and firm on Reigns little throat, keeping her pinned in place despite her apparent opinion that she was free from repercussions. He practically glowed, happy to have been noticed and even happier that Reign was being put in her place, at least a little bit. It wouldn't last - and he knew that she'd take every opportunity she could to snipe at him if she thought she could get away with it - but the moment of vindication was enough for him to pull his gaze away from her and fixate on Dorn's rugged, masculine features. He saw the softening of his expression, and a certain feeling of...soothing calm passed over him.<br/><br/>No matter how hard Reign tried, she would never get Dorn to forget him, of that he was sure. They'd shared a good deal of private time together, and gone on their fair share of adventures too. Hell, he'd helped Artorius get this very cloak when nobody else would give him or the questline the time of day! They had a bond stronger than just "They like to fuck sometimes," of that he was certain. He shivered as Dorns hand glided up his thigh, the rough, callused pads grinding slowly against his flesh. He gave a little shudder and a quiet mewl of pleasure, his flesh immediately heating up in response to the contact, his cock beginning to swell - both in game and out - as the little pulses of pleasure began to radiate from his core. He barely bit back a quiet groan as he felt the hand move to cup his balls, a spark of excited pleasure spasming through his body. Oh God...just his touch alone was enough to get Artorius revving and ready to go. He gave a soft, demure little smile as - after some initial hesitation - he stepped away from Dorns questing hand just enough to give him space to follow the command.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course, Master...anything for you."</strong>He murmured softly as he reached up and unclasped his cloak, allowing it to fall to the floor in a pool around his feet, followed soon after by his chest plate and sheath. After a moment, the belt around his skirt loosened and the fabric fell down to the floor too, as well as his boots as he stepped gingerly out of them, pulling his undertunic up and over his head. He shook his long braided hair sharply, as if to straighten it out, then pushed his armour and clothes and weapons to one side, leaving himself in only his stockings and underwear and nothing else, as commanded. He shifted his feet shyly, suddenly aware of Dorns scrutiny upon him.<strong>"Thank you, Master,"</strong>he murmured softly,<strong>"I'm ready for your pleasure, Master. I've missed you since our last time together."</strong>God, how long had it been? The last Raid, at least, so...easily a week. Homework - several essays and a metric fuckton of required reading - had been one hell of a bitch, he'll just put it that way. But now...now he got to be himself, and have fun. If Reign didn't shit all over it, that was, so...fat fucking chance. She didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. Hopefully, Dorn would remind her. Dorn was always reliable like that; it was why he was one of Artorius's favourites. He always knew just how to take care of him.