House Party

[Nox]

Oriena's teeth and nails left marks on his body. She wasn't completely free of crescents marring her soft flesh. The murphy bed was off its hinge and wouldn't likely fold back up without being repaired. The bedding was tossed aside and a mess beneath them as the door burst open.

The familiar sound of Jaxen Marveet's voice pierced through the pleasure and Nox growled a not so friendly sound with the horde pushing his psyche. Ori sat atop him, her hand at his throat before he could move. Nox struggled to breathe as he stared at their intruder.

Oriena's hand collapsed around his throat as he tried to move, but she warned Jaxen. He wondered in his horde addled brain if she'd let him play. Let him out of his self imposed cage. Would she watch? The hunger the horde felt was being sated, but it hadn't been satisfied. Yet. There was plenty of time left in the night to draw out blood and pleasure and most importantly the violence.

Nox moved again but Oriena's hand tightened its grip on his throat. He was going red in the face, his breathing was labored. He turned his attention to her instead of the prey with which he was trying to get to. He'd have given her a smile if he could do anything other than try to get out from underneath her. His body ached in all the right places, and also in all the wrong ones. The newly formed scars hindered his movements, dampened his physical strength. There was no doubt in his mind if the fucking rougarou hadn't sliced into his core, sides and back that he could have pushed past this strain on his body even as breath left his lungs and his head grew light.

He glared at Oriena and lifted the mechanical hand towards her throat even as he tried to sit up still. He'd forgotten their prey, at least for the moment. His body was still rigid with their prior passions and he this was just another aspect to it. This time he did smile, dark and ominous licking his lips in want and need.