sranks | a necromancer and a priestess walk into a confessional

Ah, so you're the sort who prefers to spar to set the mood! How delightful, do you prefer to win or lose?

[z v e i ,]

[ZVEI, YOU MOTHERFUCKER--]

I would be most upset with you if you simply let me win! [amaya. why is that the first thing out of your mouth--] But that is besides the point, you--you cannot seriously be suggesting that?!

[It gets a bright laugh out of him and Zvei waves a hand.]

Oh, I wouldn't dream of insulting you so, Miss Amaya! I will give it my all whenever we inevitably spar and then end up in the bedroom. Or the shower. Or anywhere you'd prefer, really, I'm not particularly picky.

[he just SAYS THIS with 0 shame]

[...

Something in Amaya's expression darkens at the teasing, and she finds herself turning away and sighing. She's not upset, but there's genuine exasperation mixed in, so it may just be an intensification of the emotions she felt.

(or something in the cosmic order is in fact informing her she'd actually enjoy it. horrifying if true!)]

You have an awful lot of confidence that I'm not certain is earned, Zvei. You ought to be careful with that.

[...Okay, this is definitely the part where he should let it go and settle down so she can calm down, but also:]

Will you punish me if I'm not?

[he may sound very excited about that,,,]

[don't fall for the bait. don't fall for the bait, amaya, don't do it, do not even--

Given the way all 5'0'' of Amaya marches toward Zvei and practically tries to push him into a wall if he's not careful, and by the low, threatening tone that her voice rings out with...]

Do not test my patience, Zvei. This is your only warning. Do you understand?

[She should realize she's playing into Zvei's hand, but unfortunately, she doesn't seem to care right now. If she's managed to keep any grip on him from where she tries to pin and intimidate him, she's gripping him hard right now and her eyes are cold and very, very dead.

...She sure avoided that question, didn't she? Hm.]

[Despite the fact that he is a solid foot taller than her, Zvei allows her to back him up until he hits a wall, and he doesn't argue her grip on his jacket any. It's a little uncomfortable having his back against anything given that he can't draw his tentacles out like this, but he trusts her enough to know she won't truly hurt him. At least not in any way he wouldn't enjoy—]

Oh dear, it seems I really did it this time...

[He raises a hand to his lips, but his smirk has only grown more intense.]

And just what are you going to do about it, Miss Amaya?

[...]

I'm going to make you regret messing with me if it's the last thing I do, Zvei.

[It's as if on cue that her power manifests, the darkness below lifting her off of the ground a bit so she doesn't have to strain herself, but the second she's within a good distance...

Well. Zvei will feel himself getting pulled into a rather harsh kiss, if he's not otherwise opposed. Amaya seizes him angrily, greedily almost, biting at his lip a bit and still staring at him with cold eyes as her nails dig into him.

At the very least, she'll guide him off of the wall; thankfully she's using her powers irresponsibly, and he might feel some of that dark power helping to stabilize him a bit as she proceeds to completely break the tension over her knee and try to make out with him. It's sloppy and messy and she's kept some of her restraint--enough that she is staring to see if he needs her to back off, but...

Well. If he's going to do this to her, then she should fight back, right?]

[He doesn't get time to mouth off, but he does have enough time to appreciate the show of her powers before he's pulled into that rough kiss. Immediately his hands go to her waist - partially to stabilize himself as she moves him, partially to hold onto her - and he returns that kiss just as fiercely. She bites at his lip and it earns a pleased and shameless moan from him as he opens his mouth to allow her to take the lead. The dark power that helps stabilize him is nice, but his tentacles also flare out from his back - two bracing against the wall as if to keep him from being shoved back into it, while the bottom two snake up Amaya's body. One settles for snaring her thigh - squeezing just a bit, but not too tightly - while the other traces her back curiously. She's going to fight back, but that doesn't mean he's going to take it lying down; after all, she wouldn't find that very fun, now would she?]

[Amaya should have known that she was being led right into a trap with this. But thankfully, it's Zvei; she hates to say it, but the man is damn good to her in his own way, and it's strange how much Amaya trusts him. It's not even a proper sense of trust, really, more akin to...

An understanding. That she knows he could end up hurting her, and she knows that it can happen. Just as she knows she could hurt him, though mostly physically; emotions are a strange thing between the two of them and she knows it, and she's not as good at reading him as she'd like. There's still much that she doesn't know, but as she kisses him fiercely, it's only a minor inconvenience if anything. Some part of her broken mind does prefer him this way, she finds, whether it's due to the fact that he can make her feel this or not. It wouldn't be...fun, she supposes, if he weren't.

Which is why her kisses trail down his jaw briefly, down further until she reaches a strong part of his neck and elects to sink her teeth into it.

She's always had slightly sharp teeth due to the Dragon's power and influence, so despite the fierceness of the bite, she shows an incredible amount of control to not break the skin of his neck. He can likely feel those sharp teeth though, barely held back as she attempts to mark him. May as well give him a few bruises for his insolent comments, even if she's sure that giving him any free reign with his mouth is a mistake. Her hands move, though, one looping around his back and the other settling against his chest as her nails dig into his back. Not quite raking down it yet, but implying a possibility.

She should hate this man, and the boiling anger she feels. But here she is, hoping those tentacles drive her mad so she can pay him back for it fiercely, as she comes up for air after leaving a mark.]

Do you wish to apologize...?

a necromancer and a priestess walk into a confessional

GUESS I GOTTA TAKE HIM TO A GAME NOW,,,

GUESS I GOTTA TAKE AMAYA TO ONE TOO,,,OH THE AGONY,,,

WHATEVER WILL WE DO,,,

WE MAY JUST HAVE TO DO SOMETHING, IDK,,,

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