09-07-2024, 12:19 PM
Nox struggled underneath her, and her grip tightened, seeking to remain in control. Fucking could easily become fighting when he was in this far; they were just two sides of the same violent coin. She didn’t even know which frenzy he’d visit on an intruder, but if Jaxen found Ori’s proclivities too much, he was unlikely to enjoy either result if she let him loose. Neither was Ori the type of lover who played nice with sharing anyway – something Jaxen should have known by that point, even if he didn’t understand why he ought to be pissing his pants at the feral state Nox was in right then.
Watching Nox go red in the face was not a turn-on, but it was a necessary pat on his stupid conscience to stop him doing something he’d ultimately regret. When his glare abandoned Jaxen and returned upwards, snarling a hideous smile, the clamp of her hand relaxed a fraction. Her chest was still heaving from exertion, her grip slippery as fuck in all honestly – they were both lucky the rougarou had done such a number on him. He was still forcing himself up, but if his ire was on her it was nothing she wasn’t willing to handle.
The sudden switch on her backside brought a gasp of pleasure-pain, and Ori visibly flinched, though she couldn’t spare the glance over her shoulder at the perpetrator. The fucker. Though admittedly it was probably why she liked him so much. Unfortunately Nox’s hand grabbed for her throat in the same moment, and in the lust fueled high she was slow to react. She’d avoided using the Power for restraints on purpose. In part because she didn’t want to remind Nox he had the same advantage, and in part because the ijiraq were fucking riled over something she had neither the patience nor interest to unravel. Nox had insisted on showing her his arm’s release mechanism when she’d first scoffed at his preference to remove it with others. But unsurprisingly it wasn’t her first thought as the metal fingers sank into the softness of her flesh.
The power raged in while her vision hazed at the exhilaration. The grip detached, but only because she severed the joint clean at the wrist.
Watching Nox go red in the face was not a turn-on, but it was a necessary pat on his stupid conscience to stop him doing something he’d ultimately regret. When his glare abandoned Jaxen and returned upwards, snarling a hideous smile, the clamp of her hand relaxed a fraction. Her chest was still heaving from exertion, her grip slippery as fuck in all honestly – they were both lucky the rougarou had done such a number on him. He was still forcing himself up, but if his ire was on her it was nothing she wasn’t willing to handle.
The sudden switch on her backside brought a gasp of pleasure-pain, and Ori visibly flinched, though she couldn’t spare the glance over her shoulder at the perpetrator. The fucker. Though admittedly it was probably why she liked him so much. Unfortunately Nox’s hand grabbed for her throat in the same moment, and in the lust fueled high she was slow to react. She’d avoided using the Power for restraints on purpose. In part because she didn’t want to remind Nox he had the same advantage, and in part because the ijiraq were fucking riled over something she had neither the patience nor interest to unravel. Nox had insisted on showing her his arm’s release mechanism when she’d first scoffed at his preference to remove it with others. But unsurprisingly it wasn’t her first thought as the metal fingers sank into the softness of her flesh.
The power raged in while her vision hazed at the exhilaration. The grip detached, but only because she severed the joint clean at the wrist.
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