<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>Artorius, Reign<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In time with Reign's sharp inhalations Dorn nipped lightly at the demoness's neck. His teeth touched her skin with just enough force to tantalize and tease, but not enough to really be biting or leave any sort of mark. It was a promise of things to come and a communication of Dorn's perceptiveness in action. Would it make his refusal to count in combat or pay attention to phases all the more galling because it was becoming<em>very</em>clear now that he could, if he felt like it, be bothered to notice things and act according?<br/><br/>He snarled into Reign's shoulder as she shifted the softness of her backside into him. It was rubbing up against just the right places in just the right way. There was a lot of ardor developing beneath that habit; it was very obvious that Dorn had gone with the same upscale setting on all of his sliders. Maybe even, as Reign's bottom coaxed the warrior on, to a setting that would be too much for the petite demoness. He was enjoying the taste of Reign's skin and the scent of her while he kissed her neck and shoulder. His tongue left a long, warm trail along one slender clavicle and he paused when Artorious had a glass of wine that the demoness unceremoniously snatched up for herself with her tail. Dorn watched, amused, but also knowing that Reign's impish nature needed some curtailing.<br/><br/>He let her move his arm and chew on his fingers, but he did not let her do it long. Dorn's fingers came free from Reign's mouth and he caressed the little demoness's lips, trailing the pad of thumb and forefinger over them in a slow circle. He took in a deep breath while he stroked Reign's black-blue lips, and then lowered his hand.<br/><br/>With a speed that was more rarely demonstrated than lightning striking the same place twice, Dorn's huge hand closed around Reign's throat and jerked her sharply upright and back. Each of his fingers and thumb pressed like steel collars into Reign's soft flesh, restricting her intake of breath. At the same time, he did bite her. Dorn's teeth did not break Reign's skin but there would be a mark and she would definitely, fully, feel his teeth on her flesh.<br/><br/>Dorn exhaled sharply through both nostrils and his mouth released from Reign's shoulder, lifting up and separating his mouth from her. The big male warrior made a deep rumbling sound of dissatisfaction towards Reign, and he used the hand on her throat to turn her face up to his own. Dorn looked at her in the eye with a cold, in control expression. He knew that he was choking her. It was intentional.<br/><br/><strong>"Be nice."</strong>Dorn said to Reign in a dull growl. He tilted his head to the side just so, and then moved in to kiss Reign while she could not breathe. His lips touched hers and it was no doubt a more chaste kiss than the demoness was likely looking for, but that too was part of Dorn putting her in her place and setting some boundaries while they were in front of the rest of the guild. If it were just the two of them, well, of course Reign would not be acting out the way she was, but Dorn definitely would have let her have far more latitude and put up with much more.<br/><br/>His grip at her throat slackened, just a little, just enough that she could breathe again. But it would not take much at all for the hand to once more restrict Reign's access to precious oxygen and squeeze the soft flesh of her neck so very tightly.<br/><br/>The warrior smiled at Reign without showing teeth, but he was quite clearly feeling some affection for her that he could not or would not hide.<br/><br/>Then his attention turned to Artorious, and his free hand moved to caress the pink-haired healer on the inner thigh. Just above where Art's stockings began and below the hem of his outfit. Dorn remember the adventure they had gone on together to win that outfit. They had been very good times. The nostalgia for when it had been just the two of them showed in a certain softening of his facial features and in his eyes, and Dorn's hand moved upwards. It was not a long trek because his hand was so big and Artorious was a small little boy, and soon Dorn had Artorious's balls in hand and was gently caressing them through the healer's undergarments. The big pad of his thumb stroked over the length of the good little boy's penis, and Dorn cocked his head to one side.<br/><br/>"Take your outfit off." Dorn ordered Artorious. It was generally more imperious than was normal for him but having Reign's backside practically sandwiching his thick length Dorn was feeling more worked up than was typical, too. The hand that was caressing Artorious's genitals was little less gentle and more urgent to work the healer to full tumescence than Dorn was at this stage of things as well. "Not your underwear or the stockings, but everything else comes off."