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Roxanne lay on her chaise in the warm afternoon sun. She was trying a new variant of her usual poison, it was relatively pleasant, she supposed, exactly as slow as designed.
The dose of poison she usually took burnt through her veins and made her particularly irritable, but she could feed her butterflies within an hour. Precisely after an hour, she had to summon her butterflies, for the maximum effectiveness. With two swarms, she was supporting more butterflies than she should though, so it would help if the buffer period was longer.
She lay there in a pleasant haze. This variant was rather slow, slow to build up but also slow to leave her system. The soothing warmth flowing through her veins was steadily heating up, she gently rubbed her hands on her thighs, her head thrown back, she had a day more of this but then she could feed her butterflies all of the next day with even less of her blood. It made sense.
Her breath was heated and she ran her hand through her hair. She was frustrated, but she wouldn't quite call this irritability, her other hand traced over her lips lightly, and her eyes scanned the room restlessly. Her maids were quietly standing at the side, she couldn't really take a new variant of poison alone. But she couldn't quite please herself with them in the room either. She sighed.
She dozed in her lounge until the maids announced, her brother would like to see her. Well if he had to, he could come to her, she decided imperiously.
Dion strode over, but instead of sitting in any of the chairs scattered across the room, he sat beside her legs. She irritably shifted her legs - that he nearly sat on, the inconsiderate oaf - and in a fit of petulance, directly stretched them over his lap.
In fact, she narrowed her eyes and tugged his cloak to cover her like a blanket. He watched her petty actions for a moment and then patted her boneless form.
"Poison?" he questioned a nearby maid, who promptly nodded. She pursed her lips, did she give them permission to gossip about her?
She grumbled and sent her maids away, since Dion was here, she hardly needed them hovering anymore.
He was watching her again. she didn't even need to open her eyes to feel his intent gaze on her. Well, if he wanted to just watch her instead of telling her what he came here for, she was going back to her nap.
Her feet flexed in his warm lap and she wrapped herself in his soft cloak with a happy sigh. Ahh, much more comfy, she should steal this cloak.
He smirked and grasped her sock-covered feet in his warm palm. She made little incoherent mumbles as his palm slide up to squeeze her calf lightly, pulling down white silk socks to reveal her creamy, soft feet. Her small cute toes curled and her foot flexed insistently against his thigh.
His lips crooked in a half-smile as he leaned back, it wasn't what he came here for but he didn't mind watching over her, in this warm sunny room filled with the sweet fragrance of poison and something uniquely hers. It was strangely calm and peaceful here, seperate from the rest of the estate.
His eyes lingered over her relaxed sleeping face. She was so trustingly sleeping in front of him. Almost unconsciously, his hand tucked her hair behind her ears. She stirred slightly and something like a sigh escaped her mouth, but then she just nuzzled into his cloak and fell asleep again.
"mine now," she mumbled, clutching to his cloak. His mouth twitched, his shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. She just wanted every thing he had, didn't she? but that was fine. He would give it all to her. He grinned as he unpinned the cloak and smoothed it over her.
His fingers paused on her throat to check her pulse, it was rather fast, her skin was warm but not dangerously so, he didn't really have to wake her immediately. But she had been lazy enough already, so he patted her face to wake her up.
She huffed and then buried her face in his cloak. It was pretty cute. She was so grumpy whenever somone woke her, utterly unlike her smooth competent appearance to the rest of the world.
He shook her lightly, amused as she clung to her dreams. She looked even more beautiful, mussed in sleep and he was really helplessly enchanted by her. Just when he was considering letting her sleep some more, he heard her mumble. "mean Dion". He chuckled, and propped himself over her and kissed her pouting lips.
This time, she stirred, her hand tangled in his hair and kissing him harder. He cupped her face and tilted her to nibble at her lower lip, the way she absolutely loved when they were in bed. She was warm and sweet and reciprocating so openly that told him, she was not fully awake yet.
He broke away from the kiss and watched her eyes flicker with awareness as she glanced at their surroundings and then at his cloak over her. She huffed but didn't say a thing about how he woke her. He cocked his head, maybe the poison was really affecting her.
"Symptoms?" He asked.
She blinked, considered him lazily and slowly smiled. "I'm fine." she said warmly, "The room is a bit cold." and she was so warm, achingly empty and he just teased her awake. Naturally, he had to finish what he started.
Didn't he love to watch her?
Her gaze was misty as she ran her hands up her body, she moaned and loosened her dress as if he wasn't right there between her legs.
"Mmm, Dion." She moaned. Her legs spread slightly and her hands cupped lightly against her soft breast and he sucked in a breath, as if she was putting on a show for him.
Their eyes met and she smirked. "Come warm me up?" She lay back and he came to her as she knew he would, irresistably drawn in. He effortlessly propped himself above her with his strength, and she happily hooked her arms around his neck for a languid kiss. His body was a comforting heavy weight, pressing down between her legs.
"You feel so good," she mumbled against his lips. He paused, and turned away to drop his face into the junction between her neck and shoulder, warm breath fanning across her collarbones. He nibbled against her warm skin.
Her arms roamed over his broad shoulders and caressed down his muscled arms, teasing at the edge of his long gloves. "So handsome," she teased, "You make me so wet, Dion."
He flushed and rested his head against her heated skin. What was she saying. What did she take today?
Her hand came to tangle in his hair lightly, "Don't stop" she whined. He held her gaze as he bit the loose collar of her dress and dragged it below her breasts. His hand slid against the side of her breast and brushed tantalizingly against her sensitive flesh.
"Yes," she purred. "Dion, please-" she begged. Her nails lightly scraping at his shoulders.
Her pleas were like the song of a siren to him. She sounded drunk and he, he was going to enjoy this.
"What do you want." His voice was husky, and his ruby-red gaze was intensely staring at her.
"I want you," she said unthinkingly, and his grip on her tightened dangerously. She made him so dizzingly aroused, it felt like he was the one who was drugged.
"Mmm, so strong" she said, her hands tracing along the his toned forearm. He breathed against her chest, playing with her sensitive breasts as she moaned wordlessly. She threw her head back, he watched her face as his fingers rolled, tugged and pinched at her nipples, till she was panting his name.
Then he placed his hot mouth on her and sucked. Her world shook and came apart at the edges. The haze in her mind cleared a little but she still wanted, needed, more. She'll regret this later- Now, she was going to feel-
"Dion, Dion-" she looked at him with lips bitten and flushed, "I need- " her hips rose and grinded against his hardness. He groaned and held her in place with a steel-like grip.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" His hardness ground against where she desperately ached for his touch. She closed her legs against his waist and licked her lips.
"Tell me, what you want Roxie" he tempted. He leaned down with his lips against her ear and promised, "I'll do anything you tell me to."
She believed him.
He looked gorgeous, painted in the fading orange-red light from her windows. She just wanted him, really. Though, since he was offering...
"yeah? fuck me, I want you to pin me down in my bed and just take what you want." She ordered, her eyes narrowed. Her hands traced his shoulders and then she said, "And don't take any of this off."
He laughed lowly. Was that why she always looked at him so intently when he was in the training grounds?
Her legs cradled around him as he lifted her, his arms supporting her weight with ease. She clung to him and then whispered, "Be rough."
She could feel him rumble against her. His steps sped up and she smiled against his shoulder.
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He pushed her on the bed, and held her in place with bruising force. He was savagely ripping her dress apart and she arched against him, her hands gripping on his clothed thighs.
She was completely bare, wet and trembling, pinned so well there was no way to escape. Roxanne whimpered, panted with need and spread her legs lewdly. Her arousal was sliding down her thights and she just wanted-
Dion roughly pushed his fingers between her legs with his other hand. "Faster," she choked out, and his hands barely hesitate. "Yes- Harder"
The erotic sight of his gloved arm between her legs made her thighs unconsciously close around his hand. He forcefully held her apart and pinned her legs apart with his.
She quivered, that was so hot. She rocked against his fingers, but he was still effortlessly pinning her down and she couldn't do anything but take it as he steadily, brutally toyed with her.
"Don't-" She panted. Her legs trembled. "Dion, please-" her hands gripped against his arm but he just kept going. Fuck, he was perfect. She needed- "I want, need to cum on your cock, Dion, Dion, Please-" she begged.
The rustled of him taking off his belt. Then the slow clink of his zip.
She felt utterly exposed under his dark gaze as he pushed her down and guided himself into her tight aching heat. He was so close to her, she could feel the heat from his body and see his pretty long lashes.
He was moving in her, his hips slapping against hers and filling the room with wet smacks. Breathy choked cries came from her. His hands coming to brush against her breasts and she pulls his calloused hand to her throat.
His eyes darkened. "What are you thinking?" He asked.
She bit her lips, "You came to my rooms, in the middle of the night, and just- took me." Her hips rocked into his, like this, she was saying.
"Pinned me down with pure strength, so you could use me" Her pussy clenched around him. "Didn't even take off your clothes, and just- fucked me so hard I came around your cock."
He swallowed and groaned against her neck. Her hands pushed under his shirt, and groped his hard abs. Feeling him up under his shirt felt deliciously naughty and she moaned against his ear.
He looked at her with pure lust in his red, red eyes and their lips met in a hungry, wet kiss.
"I can do that," He siad. His hand closed around her throat, "Is that what you want, Roxie?"
She whimpered, she couldn't breathe, every sensation was intensified as her air was cut off and she couldn't think, her world reduced to the drag of his cock, in and out of her. His voice in her ear.
He loosened his grip when her vision was hazy at the edges. And she just breathed. Her hands traced his shoulders again, the bare skin contrasting beautifully against his gloves.
Her eyes met his and she said, "Pin me"
His large hands grasped her wrists tightly, and put them over her heads. He held her down with one hand and she flexed against his hold. He didn't even strain.
She crooked a smile and her eyes fluttered blissfully. She didn't have to do a thing. He was in control here. She didn't have to think and plan, she just had to take.
And he gave it to her so well. Dion's eyes were shut as he pounded into her, hitting that spot inside her repeatedly. It was almost over-whelming, she luxuriated in the waves of pleasure till she finally came, shaking from the white-hot feeling travelling through her veins.
She blinked from her haze and watched his face and then gently rocked against him, her warm pulsing walls clenching eagerly on him each time he pulled out.
His breathing changed and she smirked. She wasn't completely helpless. Nice to know she could still affect him. In fact, she brought her lips closer to him and,
"What do you want, Dion" she purred. His grip on her tightened, but his eyes remained shut.
"Like this? Do you like forcefully taking what you want when I can't do anything to stop you?" She whispered.
He opened his eyes to look at her in exasperation. She pouted. What, was she being distracting?
"Then how about, me taking what I want from you? I'll drug you, tie you up and ride you till you beg me to stop." She offered.
He laughed lowly, "Those are your fantasies."
She huffed, "Then," she arched against him, panting "Tell me what you want."
She flexed against him and this time, he let go, to settle his hands around her hips instead. She pulled him in for a slow kiss, twisting her hips against him sensously.
"Do you want me to beg for your cock?" She offered, lips pressing lightly against his shoulder
He shook in amusement. She bit him, drawing blood and he said, "You've never genuinely begged for anything in your life, Roxie"
That wasn't the point! She looked heavenward in frustration.
She didn't believe he had no fantasies. She told him hers. And... he fulfilled it damn well. She shivered.
She tangled her hand in his hair and tugged him to look at her, "Won't you tell me?" she said as seductively as she could, her fingers caressing his scalp gently.
His hips stuttered for a moment, and her eyes narrowed in victory. He always did seem to particularly obedient to her wishes when she caressed his face. and when she spoke pleadingly so,
He pulled her into a dizzying kiss, and rested his head against her shoulder. She gently stroked his hair and he groaned but he also twitched so she grinned.
"Dion," she lightly brushed against the nape of his neck. His breath hitched.
She pushed lightly at his shoulder, and he flipped them so she could ride on him. She pushed him down, and sat back, slowly grinding against him. She kept his hands on her hips, her hands pressing over his. This was possibly her favourite position, just because she could see his face, watch him react and he couldn't hide from her.
He knew it. Yet he still changed coz she willed it.
How did she not realize how soft he was before? She mused. Possibly the rampant killing, and well the way he fought and the fact he was the Prince of Agriche.
Oh well, he was hers now. She traced her hand over his chest with feather soft touches, his jaw clenched. No?
She sighed, it wasn't just the caresses, but the intimacy? She just- How did he survive till today?
She eyed him, it was probably the ridiculous strength and his paper thin cover of being a emotionless weapon.
He won't even look at her. So she leaned forward to kiss him slowly, carefully and softly. Like he was precious to her. Like she genuinely cared for him. Because somehow, he was and she did.
He shut his eyes, and she tangled her hand in his hair lightly. She nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent deeply and he shook.
"Dion, you idiot." she muttered. He blinked up at her, as if waking from a dream.
Gently she ran her hands over his arms, she fondly whispered, "My idiot."
His face flushed. He looked so beautifully wrecked, that her heart actually skipped a beat.
"Mine, Dion" she whispered, "You are mine."
A heady groan and his hold on her hip tightened, his intent gaze was fixed on her. "Roxanne," he said in a hoarse voice, a warning she promptly ignored.
Her lips settled on his neck, right above his collar and sucked hard. His breath hitched and his hips thrust into her involuntarily. She was driving him insane.
"Mine." She said possessively, claiming him. Her hand brushing against the blooming mark.
He twitched and spilled in her.
She grinned wickedly. "Do you want to mark me as yours?" Her hand trailed across her neck suggestively.
He stilled. "I won't let you go" he warned. His ruby-red eyes were smouldering, and she could see, he meant it. He was deadly serious, if he let her in, she was never ever leaving him. Not alive.
She nodded. She wasn't intending on letting him leave her either.
He hesitantly pulled her against him and then kissed her so sweetly, it made her heart ache. Her idiot. So strong, yet also so weak to her.
She rested lazily on his chest, entangled with him under the blankets. He quietly held her, watching as usual, but he held her so closely and yet so gently. She really was so terribly fond of him.