Remi laughs, too, matching his energy and his pace. Shot after shot of alcohol strong enough to burn through metal(exaggerating) runs its course through her body. She is warm to the touch, superheated by predatory instinct.

"So demanding."

But she pours them both another glass of her own free will. It means a worse hangover in the morning, but the fun was only just beginning. The disappointing part is that he takes off his boots, too.

"I'm not? Coulda fooled me."

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"get used ta it. it only gets worse from 'er."
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he says, flashing canines and a gaze that shamelessly told her that, whatever he was thirsting for, wouldn't be satiated by this liquor.
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when he hand slams again, his gaze wanders, an eyebrow lifting.
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"not much left."
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it's a simple statement, but he leans back into his chair, downing his shot. eyes never once leaving the prize in front of him.

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"Worse? What a pessimistic response, and a disappointing one. Should I walk away now, then?"

After all, if it were going to get worse...

That didn't sound like much fun, given the fun they were already having.

This time, however, she spots a moment of weakness. Like a predator, she takes advantage. She pulls down, hard and fast. She doesn't even bother to remove another article of clothing before doing it, confident in her approach.

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KING WAYLAND

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his lips curl into a frown, and as they're on the edge of forming a drunken answer back, his hand smashes against the table's surface. he bares fangs and hisses from the surprise, his wrist throbbing from the near dislocation.
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another loss for him, huh? he liked a woman who could challenge him.
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king reciprocates one of her earlier moves - his socks.
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"ye got some fire in ye girl. i can appreciate that."
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but she would lose in the end. he'd make sure of it.

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He has an incredible face.

His enraged expression, the force of air through his bared teeth, it excites her. She narrows her eyes, pulls back her own lips, and wordlessly begs him to come closer.

Beneath the table, he kicks off his socks.

A cool breeze brushes against her skin, stiffening what lies bare beneath.

"I do, do I? Would you like to see more?"

She leans back in her seat this time, tilting her head with a smug expression on her face. With the curl of a finger, she invites him to join her.

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KING WAYLAND

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as the fabric tightens, revealing her excitement beneath, he too feels the threads around his own takes an uncomfortable turn. the game is all but forgotten as he stands, revealing to her the depths of his hunger. like a predator, he rounds the table and onto her.
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a hand lashes out, wrapping rough fingers around her throat. he thumbs the vein, and feels her pulse quicken beneath his touch. his command is a whisper, and a snarl, all at once. threatening, commanding, undeniable.
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"get up."

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Remi narrows her eyes and flashes her teeth, watching him circle. He, like most men, have one purpose. Driven by animalistic hunger, ravenous for a taste. He descends, striking fast to capture her.

She is not so easily intimidated, however, not even when a hand is tightening around her throat.

Her pulse jumps, but is mostly steady, swayed only by her own selfish interest as anticipation makes her tremble.

"Why don't you come down?"

Seeing as she is already so comfortable, it was only polite.

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KING WAYLAND

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her request comes behind the flash of canines, and a tempered pulse. she was not something king could simply play with; he appreciated that. rather than submit, he meets her halfway. king falls to his knee, and places both hands just inside of her knees, separating them slightly.
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"say please."
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he's hungry — starving, even — but not so much that he'd fall to his lesser instincts. it was give it and take.
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it was polite.

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Satisfaction creeps like poison ivy, leaving her itchy with anticipation. He falls to his knees and she shifts her knee to allow him to creep ever closer. His hands, warm, gently make room.

"Please."

She leans closer to him, lips brushing his lips while her fingers unfasten the top button of her jeans. The amused, confident smirk grows wider at the prospect of his attention being trained solely on her.

mission: pokemon hunter

KING WAYLAND

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she tastes like liquor with an edge of spice, his tongue chasing after it, even long after her lips leave his. it leaves him wanting more, but, he's more than satisfied to swap one pair of lips for another.
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"good girl."
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his fingers curl around the waist of her jeans, knuckles digging against flesh as he works to shuffle the cloth down her legs. bare skin entices him further, pulsing a hunger pane that stabs at his chest and stomach. free of their restriction, his hands map out the intracies of her skin, guided by the heat of her lust.

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Smooth legs slowly pull him closer, and her laughter and encouragement takes them both under.

It's a good thing they'd signed out the training facilities for that extra hour of unsupervised practice.

Remi rises to her feet and buckles her jeans, leans over to slip her shirt over her head and shrug her jacket back on. She scoops her hair out of the collar and glances back at King with a lazy, satisfied smirk.

"If only you were as good an arm wrestler as you were just now."

With a wink, she makes every intention to head out.

mission: pokemon hunter

KING WAYLAND

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