Fox is getting used to carrying Kiada's trophies with him these days - and a darker part of him might even admit to enjoying them. For now, though, he barely feels the pain against his throat, his mind thoroughly overcome by the touch of her body and the heat pounding down on them from the water cascading above. The grind of her hips drags a breathless gasp from his throat, the hunter gripping her waist as his own body reacts instinctively.
He's not known for his brutishness, but gods if Kiada doesn't bring out the worst in him (in a very, very good way) and the siren song that echoes from her lips is one he wants to prolong with every thrust against her. Both hands come to grip her hips now, fingers greedy and pace hard and fast, and gods if they slip and fall out of the shower it might take him a good few moments to even notice.
He's not known for his brutishness, but gods if Kiada doesn't bring out the worst in him (in a very, very good way) and the siren song that echoes from her lips is one he wants to prolong with every thrust against her. Both hands come to grip her hips now, fingers greedy and pace hard and fast, and gods if they slip and fall out of the shower it might take him a good few moments to even notice.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
