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[d0reah]

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Doreah   took   the   delicate   flower   from   Mephistopheles's   hand   with   a   grace   that   spoke   of   her   heritage.   The   bloom   was   vibrant,   its   petals   a   tapestry   of   colors   that   mirrored   the   richness   of   her   homeland.   She   held   it   gently   against   her   lips,   inhaling   its   fragrance   with   a   sigh   that   was   as   soft   as   silk.

Her   eyes,   dark   and   glinting   with   curiosity,   lifted   to   meet   his   gaze.   The   shadows   that   clung   to   him   seemed   almost   magnetic,   a   darkness   that   drew   her   in   like   a   moth   to   a   flame.   Her   sunkissed   hair   fell   around   her   shoulders   in   a   cascade   of   golden   warmth,   a   stark   contrast   to   the   cold   mystery   he   embodied.

"You   needn’t   have   brought   me   a   gift,"   she   said,   her   voice   a   melodic   whisper,   yet   firm.   "I   am   here   to   give   you   pleasure,   not   the   other   way   around."   A   smile   touched   her   lips,   one   that   held   a   hint   of   genuine   affection.   "But   I   must   confess,   I   do   love   the   gift.   It   is   a   rare   thing   to   have."

As   she   admired   the   flower   once   more,   her   gaze   lingered   on   him,   her   presence   a   blend   of   warmth   and   allure   against   the   cool,   enigmatic   aura   that   surrounded   him.   Still   with   flower   in   hand,   Doreah   crawls   her   way   to   him,   until   legs   payfully   swing   to   straddle   him   and   look   at   him,   rose   still   on   her   cheek.   "What   can   I   give   you   in   return,   my   lord?"

[d0reah]

Doreah   smiled   faintly,   her   lips   brushing   the   soft   petals   of   the   rose   as   she   considered   the   lord’s   words.   His   touch   on   her   hips   was   familiar,   possessive,   yet   she   had   long   learned   how   to   navigate   such   hunger.   She   shifted   slightly   in   his   lap,   the   fabric   of   her   gown   catching   against   his   skin   as   she   leaned   into   his   embrace,   allowing   him   to   press   his   face   into   the   curve   of   her   neck.

His   breath   was   warm,   almost   content,   but   Doreah   knew   better   than   to   believe   it   was   peace   he   sought.   "Too   long   indeed,   though   not   my   fault."   she   murmured   softly,   her   fingers   tracing   idle   patterns   along   his   arm,   her   tone   carrying   the   sweetness   he   so   adored.   Her   eyes,   however,   flickered   with   a   quiet   calculation,   the   ease   with   which   she   had   always   played   her   part   never   faltering.

She   was   not   ungrateful—Mephistopheles   had   always   been   generous,   always   seeking   to   possess   her   in   ways   that   other   men   might   only   dream   of.   Yet   Doreah   understood   that   every   gesture,   every   whispered   promise,   held   its   price.   She   pouted   gently,   holding   her   hands   behind   his   neck   in   turn.   "I   was   worried   I   should   have   sought   another's   touch."   Because   jealousy   often   does   wonders   for   her   boys.

Her   lips   curled   into   a   knowing   smile,   eyes   half-lidded   as   she   glanced   down   at   him.   "But   I   fear   it   is   not   only   my   touch   you've   missed,"   she   teased   lightly,   her   voice   dipping   into   something   more   sultry.   "Tell   me,   what   is   it   you   truly   desire?"

the rose was small in the man's hand , hazel eyes string up at doreah as a faint hint of a smile turned up against his lips. mephisto watched as she took it from his grasp , raising it to her own lips. the act was . . sweet. the lord hummed in reply , leaning back onto the bed as mephistopheles rested against his hands. " i feel bad , not bringing such a lovely lady a gift. " hazel eyes flickering down to the rose in doreah's hands for a moment. " especially for . . such a service as this. "

mephisto grinned wolfishly as he watched the woman crawl closer to him , her legs straddling his own hips as palms moved to support her weight. fingers pressed into the curves of her hips , head tilted up to face doreah.

" i ask not for anything , sweetling. " hummed the lord , leaning in to nuzzle his nose against her neck. she smelled as sweet as the flower he had chosen , the thought making mephistopheles smile to himself.

fingers flexing against doreah's hips for a moment , eyes shutting as he leaned into her. " i certainly missed you . . it has been too long since i have felt your touch. " the lord pulled doreah closer onto his lap , simply enjoying her presence against his own body. like he needed her near him to even survive.