Motel Nowhere

[Nox]

She didn't walk, but it wasn't a casual response. No biting words, no hesitation just a frenzied return of his kiss. Thoughts fled, all but one. It wasn't his even as he felt new bruises form against his legs with the table crashing behind him.

The horde scratched at his brain and Nox let them out a little more than he would have. Not full control -- but enough that they guided his hands, his mouth and the entirety of his body. The allure of their hunt going in the right direction -- Oriena was not foot despite the call of the blood pumping through the vein so close at hand.

The chain mail bit into his skin and a small gasp escaped Nox's lips. The heat touching his skin in their small scale like pattern made the horde growl, and escaped his lips as he let go of Oriena's neck to remove the offending garment. The horde didn't like the heat, but Nox hadn't minded the pain. It fueled his desires.

His last coherent thought was 'fucking leather pants' as he peeled them down before using the power to finish the deal and pulling Oriena back against his body and sitting back on the table, pushing whatever sat there to the back and sides -- nothing likely to survive.

The power was the only control he had over the horde, they feared it -- respected it. Their tiny bottled instincts flooded him with their instincts and the power was the only thing keeping Nox from ripping through skin in a frenzied passion. He didn't think, just felt, enjoyed, ravaged and ravished Oriena. His own desires, wants and needs still fueled the horde and the direction of his hands. It was still his.