what if the way we started made it something cursed from the start; vulgaris

[vulgaris]

Vulgaris

"  when she's coming for my heart it feels like armageddon. "
She says all the right words to cast a spell over his tired head until he finally resigns himself to the comfort of her grasp. Does she know that flattery and scales are all it takes to woo him, though? Is she even aware of what he would do for her if she but only asked him right now? God, he’d set fire to innocent kingdoms and rip apart her enemies if she just said his name in that breathy voice, but he does not confess such weakness to her. He’d ripped himself open and laid everything to bare before only to be left without a second thought. The unspoken offer dies within him.

A shiver runs electric along his spine when she touches her soft lips to the smooth skin of his scales. The feeling lingers in his muscles and buzzes like static between his every nerve ending when she tells him to stay still. Does she plan to harm him now that there is no space between their eager bodies? (Wouldn't he like her more if she did?) But she does quite the opposite and he finds himself in a daze. It feels like slipping into a warm bath in the middle of the autumn night – so close to too hot but he finds himself calmed by the sensation. The hunger for untold violence subsides as he becomes certain of her usefulness.

He keeps his neck exposed to her touches like a cat content with its worshipper until he feels her lips curl into a smile. Finally, he brings his eyes to rest on her face and he notices the glimmering sweat across her now. She seems quite pleased with her work despite the amount of effort it seemed to take. Filthy thoughts flood his mind and he slips into them like old habits. Practically does the backstroke in a pool of perverse ideas.

But then she finally speaks again and he’s curious if she really means that. It’s already too late for him to ask, though, as his teeth drag along the soft curves of her neck and taste the sweat of her skin like it’s the only drink he’s ever had. Maybe he’s too rough and maybe he leaves little bleeding love bites across her but he’s not stopping to check now. There is some sickness in him and he seems to think his only salvation is this.

“Love me,” he mumbles with his lips now on her shoulder, eyes closed as he breathes her in. "Just for tonight, love me."

@[leliana]
we can end it here if you'd like. poor vul is gonna have a crush now as it is.