time for cake and sodomy

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Hey, he doesn't know what might happen, and maybe Maeve will succumb to his obvious charms and he'll bed her by the end of the evening. They just can't tell, right? (It's what he tells himself, anyway). Humming some sort of an agreement under his breath as she twists and takes his hand, Danta trundles in her wake and thoroughly enjoys the warmth rolling off her body, the feel of soft skin and the sweet scent that fills the air in her wake.

"What's your poison?" he wonders, as if he's some exotic gentleman and will be responsible for getting their drinks. He's not to know she's the fucking Queen, okay? And besides, if he keeps this up maybe she'll call him pet again. "It's been a long time since I was in Torchline. I confess I'm not sure what's good any more."

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!