08-05-2024, 02:10 AM
It was dark, but not so pitch black that Jaxen couldn’t appreciate the silhouettes of his two friends. Even for him, this was going to be kinky in a way that wasn’t exactly common. Freaky sex was always a thrill, but this was different. He kept a sharp eye on Narcissus, aware that behind her foxy smile was the potential to eat him alive.
Then the rope tightened around his throat. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to make him yield to Camelia’s pull on the other end. With a murmur of willing consent, he shrugged off his coat and tossed it aside. The buttons of his shirt twisted apart, but before he could undo the last one, Camelia’s demeanor sharpened.
“Ow!” he yelped playfully, responding with a static shock of his own. It sparked against her arm, nothing more than a jolt of electricity.
He imagined those twitches dancing across her bare skin, but then turned his attention to Narcissus, wanting to share the fun. Yet behind her makeup, her expression had stilled. Her body language shifted, though she hadn’t left entirely. Jaxen had heard rumors of threesomes where one member backed out at the last minute; he’d never witnessed it until now.
He glanced over his shoulder, tracking Camelia’s direction, and stumbled slightly at an unexpected tug on the rope. The devil beneath the mask smirked and followed.
He rounded on her, the rope sliding around his neck like a loose tie. His hands trailed lightly up and down her arms, gliding to her hips and grazing her ribs. At one point, he leaned into the crook of her neck and sniffed. The mask revealed no scent of perfume, but it was about the experience. Camelia was alone in the dark with a beast—perhaps a smiling devil, or just as easily, a grotesque tormentor. He wanted her to feel the full experience of the unknown.
Once satisfied, he unfolded himself onto a couch. With his arms stretched across the top, the open neck of his shirt was prominent but clearly unfinished.
“I would like a kiss,” he said. As it was evident his mask remained in place, he added an explantion, “I want to see you kiss her. You two are close. More than friends. Show me.”
With the request came a small twist of Ancient Fire. To fit the theme of the night, a pair of dancing flames illuminated him as he crossed his legs and waited.
They were in no rush, after all.
Then the rope tightened around his throat. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to make him yield to Camelia’s pull on the other end. With a murmur of willing consent, he shrugged off his coat and tossed it aside. The buttons of his shirt twisted apart, but before he could undo the last one, Camelia’s demeanor sharpened.
“Ow!” he yelped playfully, responding with a static shock of his own. It sparked against her arm, nothing more than a jolt of electricity.
He imagined those twitches dancing across her bare skin, but then turned his attention to Narcissus, wanting to share the fun. Yet behind her makeup, her expression had stilled. Her body language shifted, though she hadn’t left entirely. Jaxen had heard rumors of threesomes where one member backed out at the last minute; he’d never witnessed it until now.
He glanced over his shoulder, tracking Camelia’s direction, and stumbled slightly at an unexpected tug on the rope. The devil beneath the mask smirked and followed.
He rounded on her, the rope sliding around his neck like a loose tie. His hands trailed lightly up and down her arms, gliding to her hips and grazing her ribs. At one point, he leaned into the crook of her neck and sniffed. The mask revealed no scent of perfume, but it was about the experience. Camelia was alone in the dark with a beast—perhaps a smiling devil, or just as easily, a grotesque tormentor. He wanted her to feel the full experience of the unknown.
Once satisfied, he unfolded himself onto a couch. With his arms stretched across the top, the open neck of his shirt was prominent but clearly unfinished.
“I would like a kiss,” he said. As it was evident his mask remained in place, he added an explantion, “I want to see you kiss her. You two are close. More than friends. Show me.”
With the request came a small twist of Ancient Fire. To fit the theme of the night, a pair of dancing flames illuminated him as he crossed his legs and waited.
They were in no rush, after all.