He watched the maidens leave with his guest, refraining from tightening his fingers upon the sides of his throne chair. He inclined his head to Bastian, eyes flickering to the fair woman who followed him... her blonde locks fanning over her lovely back. A particular attention welled in him, causing his eyes to follow her intently, with lust and affection akin to that of what he had with his wife. Nay, her beauty could never compare to his Valeria’s... yet Bestia, the Dominus, recalled the moment when in a fit of rage he had turned the tables in the near temple, his bellow echoing throughout his Ludus as he prepared to slaughter priests a many. Her hands had snaked up his broad shoulders and she had crooned in his ear, the fear in her wavering voice apparent as she sought to calm him, tears trekking her cheeks at the thought of her demise which she had no doubt would soon come.<br/><br/>His chest had heaved with fury, but soon, he had been easing into her hold, giving each present person a stiff nod, and commanding she come to him that night. Aye, that she had, and they had pleased one another well. She was captivating, with a beauty entirely different from his wife’s yet near equal in its own way. Yet he had learned many a moons to permit her visits with his guests. He cared not for possession, he owned every part of her. His affection did not sway his confidence. Her eyes were kept on the ground wisely, and the dominus ran a hand over his stubbled jaw before feeling the heat of his woman’s sex against his thigh. His dark eyes turned to hers and his thighs shifted further apart to allow her access to him as her delicate hands explored his torso and pelvis. He remained casual, leaning his elbow on the edge of the chair and toying with grapes between his graceful fingers as she climbed over him, taking a dominate position which had his lips turning crookedly. Ach, his woman enjoyed dominating him, he knew. The warrior leaned back slightly to gift her access to him and arched a wicked brow.<br/><br/>“Appropriate behaviour is your forte Love, not mine.” He rumbled in his thick brogue, tilting his hips slightly so that she could feel his thick arousal.<br/>