Being drowned by a giant blue monster was not how Nephthys was going out. She was not going to simply lay down her life for this man or his spontaneously murderous fancy. It was fortunate she was an adequate swimmer or else things may have gone in a vastly different manner; but as it was, she felt her teeth sink into his paw and attempted to clamp down as hard as her jaw would allow. Teeth made for breaking through bone sought to do just that, hoping to send a clear message from the depths. The strange thing was how she felt no resistance, almost as though he was willingly handing over his paw to be bloodied. Strange as it was, Nephthys wasn't taking any chances. She felt his other paw rush up towards her, but the movement wasn't exactly.. aggressive? Her mind didn't have enough time to process it fully before she was tossed above the water, brought up by the same man that had sent her down.

She released his paw as she sucked in as much air as possible, attempting to twist and kick away from him with one fell swoop. There was no telling if he was going to try that shit again and Nephthys wasn't trying to get caught off guard and be waterboarded a second time. The Tollaire found it within her to snarl as she attempted to paddle towards shore, only interested in getting on solid ground. At least there, the fight would be more even.

if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

Bones splintered, crunched from the strength of her delicious mouth. Pain flowed up his arm, throbbing and yet sharp. His lips broke apart in a throaty, hedonistic growl as water sloshed against and in to his mouth.

Keener still to play the part of savior, the devil aids her up into the air. The weight of her delightful body against his uninjured paw felt like almost nothing at all, her buoyancy in the water and the imperative to assist herself making the endeavor an easy enough task.

Broken toes freed; he used the limb once more to swim after his Siren as she tried to make her getaway. His wounded paw wept with a trail of blood behind his giant cobalt form, stinging sharply with each stroke but not enough to deter him from it's use. The broken toes would be an unfortunate impediment once he reached the shore, but nothing that he had not endured before.

"Where are you going Siren?" He smiles between exhalations as he aimed to follow right behind her. If she managed to evade him, he would be sorely disappointed. For Acheron had really only just begun. "I won't hurt you."

@Nephthys

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Out of the water, Nephthys did not fear him. Now that she had tasted his blood (and felt the coppery liquid still dripping down her chin) and managed to get away, she felt invincible. She knew he certainly could have killed her if he had been so inclined, but the adrenaline rush of escaping death had been what she was after the whole time. He had given her that if nothing else, so why shouldn't she stick around a bit longer and see where the dice ended up?

The man clearly thought she was stupid. What sort of moron would ever believe the lies he hissed from between clenched teeth? He wouldn't hurt her? Nephthys, fueled by adrenaline, threw her head back in a laugh. Is that so, darling? There was venom in the words as she turned to look at him, smirking dangerously. What do you intend on doing with me, then? And now he was upon her, nearly touching. Nephthys stared up at him defiantly, running her tongue along her lips.

if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

Too slow to contain her in the lake. Unfortunate. So many possibilities lost. Yet all was not quite over. Lungs exhaled audibly as heavy paws met with firm earth and snow, chillier now in the bitter wind than the lake. Heavy mane clung to muscular neck and water dripped freely from large cobalt form and he moved doggedly, yet unhurriedly, toward his prize. Only a little lamed by the pain emanating from his toes, that cracked and moved unnaturally with each step.

She did not run, how right he had been about her. "Mmm sweet siren, I had only sought to fulfill your desires." He grinned, convincing, boyish in a way with darkness clouding at the edges.
Pink tongue lashed out to taste his own blue lips, wettening both them and his fast-growing appetite. Her laughter a song to serenade him and entice him forward. To which he does, looming large above her. "Oh, I intend on doing everything. Everything you ever dreamed of." Voice lowered heatedly, as quick as a flash reaching down, aiming to try and press his fangs upon her neck, beneath her jaw and if successful, it would not be just a little nip of passion.

@Nephthys

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Although she doesn't know what his endgame truly is, Nephthys can only guess he's seeking the same sort of encounter she may very well be warming up to the idea of. Of course she thought of Alaric and Ronin, but neither of them had laid claim to her in a way that would deter her from indulging in another. Shit, there was every possibility they would be grateful to have someone else entertain her voracious appetite for the evening. Her tail slashed the air behind her as she studied him, watching as his mangled paw brought him closer and closer yet.

Now barely a breath apart, Nephthys growls with a subtle lifting of her lip. My desires? She smirks at that, chuckling darkly. You have no idea what I desire, but I assure you it is more than whatever this is, she scoffs, gesturing to the two of them with the flick of a paw. If he fancied himself so damn exceptional, he was going to need a bit more proving before she simply handed herself over to him. Nephthys may have been a king's whore, but she had standards.

And then he seized her by the throat and tore into the skin there, drawing an irritated hiss from her teeth. Nephthys reacted in a split second, attempting to stomp on his injured paw. Down, boy, she whispered with the little bit of air she had still in her lungs.

@Acheron

if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

He does not seek victims, though they have their own place in his sinister heart. There is little fun to be had with a fearful, trembling thing that falls apart with a look.
The challenge of the fierce and formidable, that is what makes him shiver with insatiable desire. Pain is only an obstacle for the mind, and he has long since learned to draw pleasure from the burn of it.
Her lip threatens, daring to tip up and dance so close to the behemoth that he ought to cover it with his own and bite it until it bleeds. The thought crosses his face, features moving across the wealth of possibilities.
Yet his seductive siren does not believe the god, naive to his most assured ability to make her quiver and long for his ceaseless, fervent, embrace. Arrogant? Of course. What immortal is not?
"Is it?" His smile yields little more than it had already before he slips down to take his rightful hold of her beautiful, sensuous neck.

Blood melted in his greedy mouth, setting his senses on edge. Her voice rose up, 'down boy' a lover's whisper that wrenched his dark blue ears forward as her foot slammed down upon his fractured toes.

It is his turn to hiss, heart thumping loudly as he attempted to swap his grasp upon her ruby, bloodied neck for a series of attempted lingering and biting kisses.

His other forepaw raised up, attempting to use his talons to find the sweet soft spot between her ribs and haunch. He wants to draw her closer. As the wind howled around them and his body, soaked to the bone, vibrated with need.

@Nephthys

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It is a level of depravity she has not yet known. Nephthys enjoyed playing with fire, but in comparison, she felt like the fires she touched had been cold. Alaric had been so, so enjoyable to tease and taunt in the beginning and even now she shuddered whenever he hooked those claws around her wrist; but this was something else entirely. This was sadistic. This was something she was not aware even existed, and yet she stared down the beast and knew there was no way she would be leaving unscathed – if she even left at all. Was this the adrenaline rush she wanted? No. Was it what she needed? Absolutely.

He was wicked. He closed his teeth tighter around her throat and she swallowed against his grip, feeling the pulsing in her veins and how close he was to ending her life with one clack of his teeth. Nephthys huffed out a laugh at his pain, a smirk carving her features until he lashed out to hook his claws into her skin and drag her closer. The scarlet lioness returned the favor in kind, attempting to flick her paw upwards to rake her claws down over his left eye since he wanted her oh-so-close. She would make him bleed for every drop of her own he spilled, and by the end of it, she had a terrible feeling there would be so much it was difficult to tell whose was whose.

@Acheron

if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

Delicious and seductive, the connection he felt with the divine creature was rivalled only by the blood that still tanged upon his rolling, eager tongue. Her life might have been within his jaws were she not a bold creature, laughing at him, mocking until he can contain his giddy excitement no more. Blue lips crept up in a returned smile, bloodied mouth still clamped around the red fur, possessive in the need.

Yet, seeking higher purpose, Acheron slackened the vice grip of his jaws and peeled broad skull backward a touch. Ravenous tongue made great show of lapping at scarlet stained muzzle, the devil eyeing his prey as he murmured sounds of satisfaction.
All the while his claws brought ruby hips ever closer, he attempts to steady up the hold, talons ready and aiming to pierce the skin to ensure that she will not lose her nerve for what is to come.
He'd hardly needed to let concern cloud him, not as her own sharp claws set a burning path swiftly across his face. The archangel narrowly avoids losing an eye by millimeters, eyelids closed tight and skull tipped downward so that the skin of his brow was sacrificed instead, torn and ribboned. Hot liquid gushed down and pooled in his left eye socket, vision temporarily impaired by the obstruction of his own blood.
"Ahhh, sweet Siren." He crooned, right eye peeled open and lust filled gaze settled upon the beautiful lioness.
Moved by her violence. Acheron sought to try and use his grip (if it still held) of her soft flesh to try and rotate her hips finally toward his chest. He was ready to have her, but it would not be the end of the encounter. Only the beginning. "How I need you." He whispered with a dark smile. "Will you put me out of my misery, dear sweet Siren?"

@Nephthys

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A flash of ivory beneath her lips was all the gratification she would allow the man. Nephthys didn't want him to know how uncomfortable she was with his teeth around her throat, but she didn't doubt he could feel her pulse against his tongue. Her heart rate skyrocketed as he hooked his claws into her hips, pulling her towards him even more. Nephthys hissed as she felt the skin beneath her claws shred his skin, but it did little to deter him – or her. In fact, it seemed as though he became more invested the more blood spilled from their bodies. She couldn't deny the lust – or the danger of laying with someone so volatile - running through her veins. Nephthys wanted to be consumed by him as much as she wanted to consume him, and the Tollaire knew whatever came next would be just as bloody. There was something familiar about the way he hooked his claws into her and her mind flashed briefly with visions of Alaric; she cared for him and she adored their intimacy and its primal nature. This, however, was truly dancing with the devil.

Nephthys sneered up at him, but she allowed him to guide her as uncomfortable as it was to have her neck twisted in such a way. Hearing his request to be put out of his misery, the lioness simply smirked and attempted to use one of her hind legs to kick the man wherever she could. You get to die when I say you get to die, she snapped, a growl in her chest. But until then, worship me. Nephthys certainly wouldn't allow him another inch closer without watching him beg a little first.

if you fall down and worship me

all these things i will give you,

Arrogance feeds him. His water nymph had not given herself over to the icy embrace of the lake, her sweet supple body had not turned tail and ran away once ruby paws had reached dry land. No. She had fought for her life and turned upon him quickly in eager vengeance.
With every slap and each curve of her dark hearted lips, he is invited closer to the prize. He knows it, he feels it. The heat between their bodies thaws his frozen hide and battles against the bitter wind that whips mercilessly through his damp mane. He can think of nothing better than warming his blue flesh upon the flames of hers.

A hind leg kicked out, hitting against the limb that was earthbound, already nursing broken toes and now blossoming what would be a large bruise. The action wrenched an amused wince from cobalt features and then a flash of the devil's laughter as he recovered himself. "To perish in devotion of your body is a death well met for any man."
The giant stepped forward to firmly collide broad chest up against the curve of her rump, sharp talons at her hips urging her to give in, to lower herself down onto the cold earth let him worship her.
Teeth flashed and bit at the air as he leaned his skull forward. "Beautiful siren." He breathed, caught in a purr and hot air exhaling from his dark, smiling lips. "After you lay with a god, all others are... disappointing."
Claws upon her hips lighten their pressure and he sought to prickle them along her spine. There was no hint of humour in him now. His mistaken belief in his own grandeur only served to make him all the more dangerous.

@Nephthys

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