Rich, Spoilt, Rotten

Even now, years later, witnessing her vain attempts to woo poor Dorian brought no end of amusement. Some might have believed it a cruel joke, that neither himself or Enzo had quietly revealed the truth, but Mal thought it miniscule to the pranks he had endured. The Game between houses wasn’t to be trifled with and she learned quickly when realising her childish infatuation was fruitless.

How lucky for Dorian….

Still, why pass on a willing being so eager to please him? The nuzzling stroked his ego and Pride far too easily and when she offered her own neck in return he was but weak enough run the tip of his nose down the line of bare skin. A rumbled hum of approval was all he’d say verbally while an arm moved around behind her with the other pulled her around to sit, straddling his lap. His hold behind ensured her safety… or did it.

Tipping them a little forward, Mal had her hover above the edge. I make you do nothing that you don’t freely enjoy yourself and more, no? His head shook slightly, Maze, Maze, Maze. Tut tut., a cruel gleam in his eye flashing briefly before he shuffled them back safely from the edge. A hand left her back, fingers curling into the clasps of her cloak, tugging and curling the extra fabric into his grip. Leashed, but she was easy prey to begin with.

Safe from being cast over, Mal’s remaining hand at her back began slowly stroking it’s way down her waist to her thigh.

The real question is, do I make you scream here, or elsewhere… and I’m not shy of the outdoors.

@Mazikeen Felinus