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[And again, her breath catches in her throat, hatred catching her heart in it's black grip. How pathetic, to go so loose at a few hair tugs and a firm boot. What a loathsome little shit who thinks he's actually a rival to her.]

[She catches his chin with a firm grip, nails digging in to the skin]

No, you can't. You never have been able, and you never will be. And yet here I have you, on your knees and mewling like a infant meowbeast.

[She laughs, low in her throat as she bends to reach his ear, giving the lobe a light nip]

Now why don't you be a good little whore and strip like I know you want to.

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[He bares his teeth at her as those nails dig gaze dark at her words.]

That cockiness is going to be so easy to pull one day.

[There's a sharp intake of breath as she snips at his ear, lips brushing against the lobe, and he reaches up- to tear lightly at her own clothes, nothing challenging with his strength.]

I believe you should lead by example, then.

[And she just flashes her own, eyes bright with how much joy she's getting from this already]

You don't really believe that darling. Such a pathetic attempt at reassurance.

[She laughs, even as her clothes rips, not backing down]

Perhaps I'll just let you do it for me. You seem so eager to touch my bare flesh after all.

Says the troll ordering me to strip.

[He slips his hand through the gap in her clothing once he's torn through it enough, palming up her hips to her side.]

I would think your statement the other way around considering that.

Is there something to be ashamed of under all that Expatriate?

[A laugh, even as she shifts her hips against his hands]

There's more then one reason to see someone stripped bare. The bare body finds it hard to lie after all.

Hardly. I'm a magneficient specimen of a troll, thank you.

[A slight dig of his nail, right into where her bone is most prominent.]

Is that code for the fact that you simply want to see my genitals then.

Eh. [Little wavy hand motion. You're pretty hot yeah but she can't let you think she agrees with you. You might get an ego or ideas or something.

Her teeth dig into her lips, Mindfang hissing softly. She's not a troll of skin and bones, she's usually had plenty to eat, and she has curves, she has fat on her. So it's quite a hard press to feel the bone.]

Genitals is the first thing you thought of? My my Expatriate, it's clear what you have on your mind.

And you're not as impossible to read as you might think.

[It's hard to keep up this banter when all he wants to do is keep listening to her hiss- reactions born from his actions. When their original business like relationship had been at its 'peak', he had never though he of all people could do this to the Marquise.]

[He keeps his grip dug in for just a moment longer before slowly releasing- that sort of thing can be painful in its own way.]

Neither are you, I may point out.

[She inhales deep the longer his fingers press into her, readying herself for the ache that'll come when the blood returns to the area. The slowness in his release helps slightly, but still there's a low groan in her throat. As if to distract him from it she yanks him closer, hand wrapped tight around his horn and kisses him, teeth sharp against his lip, her boot shifting to press down over his crotch, pressing hard]

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