<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BDQBYb0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dorn Harms<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manshealed Park<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sara, Artorius, Reign<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Very well, Sara." Dorn said languidly without opening his eyes as the healer addressed him. "Please, carry on with your duties while I see to Artorius." The male continued, having the vague sense of Sara's location from the sound of her voice. He inhaled slowly through his nostrils and wondered what to say to Artorious. There was nothing that Dorn thought the pink-haired healer had done that was of any fault. Dorn thought that Artorious's performance beyond reproach and there was only ever one thing that Dorn faulted Artorious for. The one thing. The only thing. Dorn felt that possessive twinge again and tried to force it down before it led him to doing something inappropriate. Let Artorious be free.<br/><br/>When Sara was free and as out of earshot as she would be, Dorn spoke to address Artorious. "I think your performance was without a flaw, Artorious." The big male warrior told the healer.<br/><br/>One eye cracked open slowly when an unexpected voice addressed Dorn. Slowly, between two fingers, Dorn's eyelids slipped apart and that glowing blue iris searched and sought out Reign. As soon as his eye narrowed and focused upon her, though, she was already, unbidden, settling into Dorn's lap. The big male warrior gave a low warning growl as she did, more at her tone than anything else. He was not really angry with her for her tone or actions, but the perceptiveness that Dorn lacked in other areas helped a little bit here. He liked how her thick, soft bottom settled into his laps and there was some palpable stirrings in response to that jelly being so strategically placed. Dorn's nostrils flared and there was a low rumble in his chest as Reign's back settled into his chest. His laps was only a marginally softer place for his attire change: there were several strong, hard muscles and one rapidly growing more turgid with Reign's presence in proximity to it.<br/><br/>Dorn gave a soft, low chuckle, and pressed his lips to the top of Reign's head, affectionately kissing her hair. The hand that had served as a rest for his cheek moved to trace from one of her dark-skinned shoulders, and his fingers traced a slow, lazy path down the supple skin of her back. The pads of Dorn's fingers were not especially warm, though the skin was rough and calloused. The big male took his time and delighted in touching Reign's soft body; the path of his fingers ultimately took them to the top of Reign's tail and he lazily stroked where that appendage met her back and the first few inches of it. He teased at the rings and studs that decorated Reign there, taking his time and feeling them out without any hurry.<br/><br/>"Nothing kills me." Dorn said, his voice low and deep as he murmured into Reign's ear, mouth so very close that his breath was a wafting warmth. His breath smelled faintly of honey. A smooth-shaven pale cheek stroked against Reign's head, ruffling her hair and ear as Dorn nuzzled against Reign. The tip of his nose brushed the pointed tip of her ear. "You love it. Nobody else is going to need you as much as I do. All of the other tanks obsess over every little detail." The male warrior's face maneuvered just right and Dorn's tongue, wet and pale and pink, darted from his lips to lick along the base of her ear lobe up to the point where it languidly swirled around the point a few times. "You will never shine with them like you would with me, Reign. With me, you can be a dark star, doing things the way<strong>you</strong>know are<strong>best</strong>instead of the way some other overbearing tyrant wants you to." Dorn gave an appreciative low hum and moved to kiss Reign's neck, laying tiny little kisses along the black-blue hued skin. His lips were soft and smooth.