[And those fingers (now with retractable claws), have stilled in dangerous territory, and while that threat's not Sheva's intention, the proximity could easily serve as a reminder to choose one's words carefully. A woman scorned, and all that. Be thankful that Sheva generally has more sense than that Ozy.
And while she has issues with the changes she's undergone, both physical and otherwise, her physicality will always hold more confidence than her capabilities trusting another with the darkest parts of herself. A bond would clearly, as they've discussed, leave her mind bare for them to peruse or experience. She's not proud of how she survived, and if the king before her has already judged her by her birth, then she can only imagine how he'd think of her once a light is shone into the protected corners of her mind.
It's terrifying, especially since she wants nothing to do with developing romantic feelings for anyone again if she can help it. It's definitely not what she's searching for with his highness.
Once he starts explaining himself, Sheva finds her hackles lowering as she exhales a breath, one that she didn't know she'd been holding, in relief, a large, anxious weight removed from her shoulders. She'd hoped for as much despite her own fears and assumptions curling through her, fueled by the insecurities and hurt that still linger.]
Tame and subservient do not favor me, and I'm not seeking anything romantic.
[Not with her losses so fresh and raw, and maybe not for quite sometime even after those heal.]
I can accept equal, as well as friends with sex. [Which in her perspective includes all of his very well spoken expectations and caveats. Her eyebrow lifts, a slight drip of playful returning to her tone and quirk of her lip.] Provided that you're actually any good at that last part.
[So far it's just been bold talk. Are you able to do that Ozy?]
[As Sheva lets the breath she was holding go, he sees her posture shift again. She seems to do the opposite of what one would expect and rather than slouching into relaxation, Sheva seems to stand a little taller. But considering the predator now within her, it makes sense. A cat of any size only shrinks when it feels the need to defend itself. It seems she's come around to see that whatever threat she perceived from him was only a perception.]
[Her answer to him is enough. It is decided and they shall Bond.]
[Later.]
[With the matter resolved and Sheva's mood improving, the hand at her waist moves up over her hip and to her ass all the while pulling her to him and eliminating what space remained between them. He hooks a finger beneath her chin, tipping her lips towards his, but doesn't close that distance and they remain in near-kiss instead.]
If you really hold such doubts, you're free to leave and look for company elsewhere.
[Yes, later. She assumes the lack of further objects means that they've more or less agreed to terms on bonding, which means they can move onto to far more enjoyable endeavors.
This is territory that Sheva finds herself far more comfortable navigating, even in her changed body. Even as she feels his hand traversing her body, her eyes hold his gaze in a predatory challenge and she makes no move to acquiesce so easily to his touch. Despite her teasing, the lioness has patience and draws enjoyment in being hunted by another predator.
A low noise, akin to a purr, rumbles in her chest when he pulls her against him, her tail swishing behind her, further indicating her shift into a more playful mood. Her fingers having lost access to their intended target, she smooths the tips of her claws gently along his hips so that the could travel the outside edges of his spine one vertebra at a time.
He receives a sharp smirk as he lifts her closer, more assured of herself and his interest by the second. Without claiming him in a proper kiss, she lifts onto the balls of her feet just enough to drag the front of her against him, to angle her lips so that the nearly brushed against his as she spoke, low and languid.]
You've made such grand claims. [Vague and sweeping, but bold nonetheless.] It's your duty to live up to them.
[It’s obvious that even standing up on the balls of her feet that Sheva is not off-balance. Even as she presses herself further up against him with that movement, she is not leaning upon him for support to keep herself steady. Sheva rises to meet him, not to place herself at his mercy.]
[As her claws trail alongside his spine, Ozymandias does not take a kiss from her lips despite how close they are. Instead, his hands move to her hips, he creates the barest amount of distance between them as he pushes her against the wall. With her back firmly against the image of the Nile she had been admiring just moments ago, Ozymandias uses his foot against hers to scoot her legs a little further apart. One of his hands leaves her hip to trail fingers over the soft fur of her thigh.]
You take quickly to having a king in your service to begin dispensing duties to me already.
[It’s not admonishment though. It’s praise.]
[Rather than kissing her lips, Ozymandias moves lower to kiss at her throat. The fingers at her thigh begin their ascent along her inner thigh with increasing pressure as they climb. His fingers ghost over fabric, a light and teasing touch between her legs as he kisses and nips at her collar bone and the exposed parts of her chest.]
[There's about to be an admonishment when her lips go unassaulted and even worse, he creates space between them, but he suprises her with better as her back makes firm, assertive contact with what's likely a very pricey painting. He receives a pleased, rumbling purr at their new position, her hands taking advantage of the gap to slip between them and explore with finger pad and nails alike. So long she'd merely admired his terrible allergy to clothing from a safe and polite distance.
No longer will she toe that line or deny herself the pleasure when offered.
The sensation of someone other than her touching the soft fur along the heat of her curves hitches her breath in a rough inhale. It's been a while and he doesn't even hesitate. It radiates heat through her on multiple levels, and there's no protest as he angles her for better access.]
Being a subsurviant woman doesn't usually interest me.
[That behavior must be earned through trust and respect, no matter the relationship, no matter his title or birthright.]
I'm merely requesting a man to honor his word.
[A king's word is more important, though less likely for her to trust in general, but she trusts Ozy himself more than most despite her taunting. In the end, he puts a deeper note into her voice with the ascenion of his hand as she maintains composure enough to complete her counter.
Once spoken, she tilts her head to provide him more access and allows her breath to break with composure, haggard ever so slightly by the growing need to have him properly touch her, and more. Her left hand breaks away to smooth along his neck and into his hair, while the other settles in the area of his hip for safe keeping. When his fingers finally center between her thighs, Sheva shudders with soft gasp, hand gripping in his hair.
Often she would aggressively take the lead, but this is an intimate introduction. It feels appropriate for him to--for the moment--take the lead.]
[Ozymandias hums in amusement against her skin but he says nothing in return and grants her the last word. As much as she leaves the window open to him to provide yet another tantalizing promise, he thinks she will likely find it far more satisfying for him to simply respond with actions rather than words at this juncture.]
[Ozymandias will certainly find it far more satisfying if those are her last words and she finds herself unable to manage anymore. He does not concede to any implicit demands immediately. Whatever attempts she might make to press into his hand or fingers, he's certain to deny her for a few passes and merely traces her heat. But as Ozymandias' mouth begins to slowly descend along her stomach and he lowers himself down to one knee, he begins massaging circles likely more satisfying circles.]
[If he thinks she's going to forget his rudeness of him depriving her of further banter, even if his mouth has far better things to occupy itself doing, she's in for a bigger treat later when she turns the tables. Because oh, does she plan on getting him back for every tease and pleasure he administers.
There's something deeply satisfying in watching this king drop to a knee, and she can't help but savor the sight, lips parting as she breath continues to run rough. Her eyes stay keenly hungry, intense on him for several moments before she leans her head back against the painting as her eyes flutter closed so she can focus on the feel of him, hips moving instinctively against his hand to coax as much pleasure from the motions as possible.
It's tempting keep the hand in his hair from gripping and guiding more aggressively, so she instead shifts one leg to gently drape over his shoulder. Not that he needed any additional direction.]
[As Sheva brings her leg over his shoulder, his hand that was lingering on her hip moves to pull back the front of her dress and drape it over her leg out of his way. Ozymandias' mouth finds the end of her exposed skin on her stomach, but he lingers there for a moment. His fingers moving to press against the movement of Sheva's hips slide along before hooking two of them beneath fabric.]
[The motion of Ozymandias' fingers to bunch and eventually push aside fabric is quicker than his earlier movements, but the touch against Sheva is far less consistent. Ozymandias sinks lower as he does this, looking up at her as he presses a chaster kiss to the thigh resting on his shoulder. It seems to him that in barely even touching her, Sheva's managed to find what she was looking for in coming here tonight. All the weight that was resting on her shoulders when she arrived, when talking about the possibility of bonding with him... All that seems lifted. Forgotten for the moment as she focuses on and seeks out his touch.]
[He's curious to see what this woman shall be like as she heals and these losses no longer hold her back.]
[With Sheva's dress and underwear out of the way, Ozymandias ceases with some of his teasing as he finally brings his mouth between her legs, his tongue making a trail that allows him a sample of her taste but conveniently avoids her clit.]
[While she's quite eager to feel his mouth against her properly, among other things, the great majority of Sheva deeply appreciates that Ozymandia's isn't bending to her pressures. Ultimately, he's taking a more conscious, pointed route to their first sexual interaction, and she notices with both enjoyment and frustration. She won't admit it out loud, especially since it's so easy to lean into just the physical aspect of his attentions to forget the recent past, but it needed to be more than a simple act of hoping back into bed.
Not that she had any intention of anything romantic with the man bent at the knee before her, but it does seem that Ozy is wiser to what she actually requires. Or, perhaps his mood just happens to align with what provides balance to a woman physically altered and recently abandoned by her most intimate partners here, emotionally and otherwise. Even when she tries to hide the lingering ramifications, they're still there, seeping through the cracks she's still attempting to piece together and mend all by herself.
Perhaps a little bit of help isn't so bad? And sex, well that's something she knows damn well she can do quite well.
There's a soft noise, a mix between a huff and perhaps the softest of whines when he delays what she expects is the enevitable, both impatient and appreciative of each and every touch of lips and fingers. A perhaps more telling sign is the near constant movement of her tail, quirking and lashing along side her noises and encouraging hip movements.
It's when she feels the heat of his breath that she blooms with anticipation, strong leg pulling him closer with plans to keep him there for some time. Finally feeling the heat of his mouth against her has her shudder and moan, but it's punctuated with an amused laugh at the end of it, voice rough when she realizes what he's doing. Or, more specifically, what he's not doing.
Well played sir. She'd absolutely do the same.]
Tease. [By her tone, it's a compliment as well as an admonishment.]
[He hums contemplatively as though the very concept of him as a tease is something he's never heard before. But the way he glances at her belies how pleased he is by the comment. Not that Ozymandias exactly needs to hear any words from her. Sheva's hips press herself into him and the tightening of her leg against his shoulder, and it becomes abundantly clear that she fully intends to collect on these new promises of his.]
[But while he may be a tease, Ozymandias is not one to be neglectful to what is ultimately being asked of him. He does as she likely believed he was about to do the first time, pulsing his tongue lightly against her clit a few times before sucking on and toying with her inner lips instead. But it's clear he still has no intention of throwing Sheva headlong toward orgasm. His fingers are now preoccupying themselves with running along her thigh instead in slow circles lest they are forgotten.]
[What a rude liar. She just makes a mental note to turn the tables on him later and make him pay for all this damn pleasure, rude, heated gazes included. Yeah, that sounds about right. Viva la vengeance.
There's a low groan when he finally hits that spot, her body jolting a bit against him in reactionary spasm. Her gaze becomes slightly hooded and there's a low, baseline purr that seems to rumble when he discovers a particularly good angle. And thanks to the balance of her tail, the wall, and the king's shoulder, Sheva's able to angle her thighs further apart to offer him more room to work his magic.
Wait, are there fun sexual endeavors and tricks with magic he can employ at some point in the future?]
[Hey that redlight district wouldn't exist if things like that weren't possible, Sheva. Just sayin'.]
[Ozymandias remains attentive to Sheva's reactions so he doesn't miss the best angle, the amount of pressure that causes her to try to create more friction that he seems set against giving her just yet. Every tremble, every sound guides Ozymandias to give and take, to draw more out of her until he can get her singularly focused on finding her release. He won't let her have it until then either. Even if he has to edge her repeatedly, Ozymandias won't concede to her demands until she's consumed by them.]
[He licks his lips as he takes his mouth away from her for a moment, letting her be in that liminal space between sensations long enough to feel the absence of his touch. Ozymandias moves his fingers up her thigh to run along her outer lips as his gaze remains on her, watching every little shift in her expression.]
How many do you want inside you? One...? Two...?
[As Ozymandias begins counting off fingers, he slows the tempo and emphasizes the count with a pointed stroke to her clit with one more finger than the last at just the right angle.]
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And while she has issues with the changes she's undergone, both physical and otherwise, her physicality will always hold more confidence than her capabilities trusting another with the darkest parts of herself. A bond would clearly, as they've discussed, leave her mind bare for them to peruse or experience. She's not proud of how she survived, and if the king before her has already judged her by her birth, then she can only imagine how he'd think of her once a light is shone into the protected corners of her mind.
It's terrifying, especially since she wants nothing to do with developing romantic feelings for anyone again if she can help it. It's definitely not what she's searching for with his highness.
Once he starts explaining himself, Sheva finds her hackles lowering as she exhales a breath, one that she didn't know she'd been holding, in relief, a large, anxious weight removed from her shoulders. She'd hoped for as much despite her own fears and assumptions curling through her, fueled by the insecurities and hurt that still linger.]
Tame and subservient do not favor me, and I'm not seeking anything romantic.
[Not with her losses so fresh and raw, and maybe not for quite sometime even after those heal.]
I can accept equal, as well as friends with sex. [Which in her perspective includes all of his very well spoken expectations and caveats. Her eyebrow lifts, a slight drip of playful returning to her tone and quirk of her lip.] Provided that you're actually any good at that last part.
[So far it's just been bold talk. Are you able to do that Ozy?]
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[Her answer to him is enough. It is decided and they shall Bond.]
[Later.]
[With the matter resolved and Sheva's mood improving, the hand at her waist moves up over her hip and to her ass all the while pulling her to him and eliminating what space remained between them. He hooks a finger beneath her chin, tipping her lips towards his, but doesn't close that distance and they remain in near-kiss instead.]
If you really hold such doubts, you're free to leave and look for company elsewhere.
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This is territory that Sheva finds herself far more comfortable navigating, even in her changed body. Even as she feels his hand traversing her body, her eyes hold his gaze in a predatory challenge and she makes no move to acquiesce so easily to his touch. Despite her teasing, the lioness has patience and draws enjoyment in being hunted by another predator.
A low noise, akin to a purr, rumbles in her chest when he pulls her against him, her tail swishing behind her, further indicating her shift into a more playful mood. Her fingers having lost access to their intended target, she smooths the tips of her claws gently along his hips so that the could travel the outside edges of his spine one vertebra at a time.
He receives a sharp smirk as he lifts her closer, more assured of herself and his interest by the second. Without claiming him in a proper kiss, she lifts onto the balls of her feet just enough to drag the front of her against him, to angle her lips so that the nearly brushed against his as she spoke, low and languid.]
You've made such grand claims. [Vague and sweeping, but bold nonetheless.] It's your duty to live up to them.
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[As her claws trail alongside his spine, Ozymandias does not take a kiss from her lips despite how close they are. Instead, his hands move to her hips, he creates the barest amount of distance between them as he pushes her against the wall. With her back firmly against the image of the Nile she had been admiring just moments ago, Ozymandias uses his foot against hers to scoot her legs a little further apart. One of his hands leaves her hip to trail fingers over the soft fur of her thigh.]
You take quickly to having a king in your service to begin dispensing duties to me already.
[It’s not admonishment though. It’s praise.]
[Rather than kissing her lips, Ozymandias moves lower to kiss at her throat. The fingers at her thigh begin their ascent along her inner thigh with increasing pressure as they climb. His fingers ghost over fabric, a light and teasing touch between her legs as he kisses and nips at her collar bone and the exposed parts of her chest.]
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No longer will she toe that line or deny herself the pleasure when offered.
The sensation of someone other than her touching the soft fur along the heat of her curves hitches her breath in a rough inhale. It's been a while and he doesn't even hesitate. It radiates heat through her on multiple levels, and there's no protest as he angles her for better access.]
Being a subsurviant woman doesn't usually interest me.
[That behavior must be earned through trust and respect, no matter the relationship, no matter his title or birthright.]
I'm merely requesting a man to honor his word.
[A king's word is more important, though less likely for her to trust in general, but she trusts Ozy himself more than most despite her taunting. In the end, he puts a deeper note into her voice with the ascenion of his hand as she maintains composure enough to complete her counter.
Once spoken, she tilts her head to provide him more access and allows her breath to break with composure, haggard ever so slightly by the growing need to have him properly touch her, and more. Her left hand breaks away to smooth along his neck and into his hair, while the other settles in the area of his hip for safe keeping. When his fingers finally center between her thighs, Sheva shudders with soft gasp, hand gripping in his hair.
Often she would aggressively take the lead, but this is an intimate introduction. It feels appropriate for him to--for the moment--take the lead.]
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[Ozymandias will certainly find it far more satisfying if those are her last words and she finds herself unable to manage anymore. He does not concede to any implicit demands immediately. Whatever attempts she might make to press into his hand or fingers, he's certain to deny her for a few passes and merely traces her heat. But as Ozymandias' mouth begins to slowly descend along her stomach and he lowers himself down to one knee, he begins massaging circles likely more satisfying circles.]
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There's something deeply satisfying in watching this king drop to a knee, and she can't help but savor the sight, lips parting as she breath continues to run rough. Her eyes stay keenly hungry, intense on him for several moments before she leans her head back against the painting as her eyes flutter closed so she can focus on the feel of him, hips moving instinctively against his hand to coax as much pleasure from the motions as possible.
It's tempting keep the hand in his hair from gripping and guiding more aggressively, so she instead shifts one leg to gently drape over his shoulder. Not that he needed any additional direction.]
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[The motion of Ozymandias' fingers to bunch and eventually push aside fabric is quicker than his earlier movements, but the touch against Sheva is far less consistent. Ozymandias sinks lower as he does this, looking up at her as he presses a chaster kiss to the thigh resting on his shoulder. It seems to him that in barely even touching her, Sheva's managed to find what she was looking for in coming here tonight. All the weight that was resting on her shoulders when she arrived, when talking about the possibility of bonding with him... All that seems lifted. Forgotten for the moment as she focuses on and seeks out his touch.]
[He's curious to see what this woman shall be like as she heals and these losses no longer hold her back.]
[With Sheva's dress and underwear out of the way, Ozymandias ceases with some of his teasing as he finally brings his mouth between her legs, his tongue making a trail that allows him a sample of her taste but conveniently avoids her clit.]
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Not that she had any intention of anything romantic with the man bent at the knee before her, but it does seem that Ozy is wiser to what she actually requires. Or, perhaps his mood just happens to align with what provides balance to a woman physically altered and recently abandoned by her most intimate partners here, emotionally and otherwise. Even when she tries to hide the lingering ramifications, they're still there, seeping through the cracks she's still attempting to piece together and mend all by herself.
Perhaps a little bit of help isn't so bad? And sex, well that's something she knows damn well she can do quite well.
There's a soft noise, a mix between a huff and perhaps the softest of whines when he delays what she expects is the enevitable, both impatient and appreciative of each and every touch of lips and fingers. A perhaps more telling sign is the near constant movement of her tail, quirking and lashing along side her noises and encouraging hip movements.
It's when she feels the heat of his breath that she blooms with anticipation, strong leg pulling him closer with plans to keep him there for some time. Finally feeling the heat of his mouth against her has her shudder and moan, but it's punctuated with an amused laugh at the end of it, voice rough when she realizes what he's doing. Or, more specifically, what he's not doing.
Well played sir. She'd absolutely do the same.]
Tease. [By her tone, it's a compliment as well as an admonishment.]
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[But while he may be a tease, Ozymandias is not one to be neglectful to what is ultimately being asked of him. He does as she likely believed he was about to do the first time, pulsing his tongue lightly against her clit a few times before sucking on and toying with her inner lips instead. But it's clear he still has no intention of throwing Sheva headlong toward orgasm. His fingers are now preoccupying themselves with running along her thigh instead in slow circles lest they are forgotten.]
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There's a low groan when he finally hits that spot, her body jolting a bit against him in reactionary spasm. Her gaze becomes slightly hooded and there's a low, baseline purr that seems to rumble when he discovers a particularly good angle. And thanks to the balance of her tail, the wall, and the king's shoulder, Sheva's able to angle her thighs further apart to offer him more room to work his magic.
Wait, are there fun sexual endeavors and tricks with magic he can employ at some point in the future?]
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[Ozymandias remains attentive to Sheva's reactions so he doesn't miss the best angle, the amount of pressure that causes her to try to create more friction that he seems set against giving her just yet. Every tremble, every sound guides Ozymandias to give and take, to draw more out of her until he can get her singularly focused on finding her release. He won't let her have it until then either. Even if he has to edge her repeatedly, Ozymandias won't concede to her demands until she's consumed by them.]
[He licks his lips as he takes his mouth away from her for a moment, letting her be in that liminal space between sensations long enough to feel the absence of his touch. Ozymandias moves his fingers up her thigh to run along her outer lips as his gaze remains on her, watching every little shift in her expression.]
How many do you want inside you? One...? Two...?
[As Ozymandias begins counting off fingers, he slows the tempo and emphasizes the count with a pointed stroke to her clit with one more finger than the last at just the right angle.]
Three...?