[M] !! - Arrival of the Fae - !!

Regardless of how docile and obedient she acted he always was suspicious of her, Feid wasn't the type of girl to simply roll over and allow him to be the dominant partner, no matter how much he tried to render her that way with his influence, anyone else would simply lay there motionless and allow him to do what ever he wanted if he told them to.

Xto grunted loudly as her knee made contact with his stomach, letting go of one of her hands to try and restrain her leg.

Their bodies ended up twisted around each other as she tried to get free and he attempted to hold down her limbs to avoid being struck again.

A smirk curled her lips when one hand was released.

Immediately said hand fisted in his hair, tugging it sharply in the same direction she was trying to push him to.

They were both as strong as each other which made things like this difficult. They could never know who would win a battle of dominance until they had won. Both were stubborn and both enjoyed dominating the other too much.

She leaned up to sink her teeth into his throat, biting down sharply until she tasted blood, sending pain through him once more as she continued trying to push him.

Xto cried out slightly as his neck was bitten into, the noise was followed by a low moan, he had been with her so much and she always used pain to subdue him, in time he had groan to depend on that pain, drawing arousal from it.

His hand released hers and he gripped the base of her head, the nerve center for all emotion.

He assaulted her with immense feelings of love toward him, which twisted into a sick feeling of guilt and sorrow as he struggled in her grasp, wincing as pain shot through his body.

He wanted to use his empathy to make her second guess her decisions to hurt him, is she faltered he could use that moment of weakness against her.

She smiled against his skin when he groaned above her. The both of them drew pleasure from pain.

Neither were gentle lovers. They enjoyed hearing screams too much and it was far more satisfying cause enough pain to make someone scream than causing the amount of pleasure that would do the same.

The woman paused for a moment, blinking as she processed what she was feeling.

Not her emotions.

In retaliation, she bit down harder on his throat.

She hoped she hadn't been processing the emotions too long. She didn't want to lose the hold she had on him.

When she paused he drove his elbow into her stomach before trying to push her down and hold her there.

However when her teeth bore down harder on his neck he froze for a moment, his body racked by a strong shudder as pain swept through him, a loud growl pulling from his lips.

His member twitched against her thigh in arousal, all the pain factored in with the violence they had been causing had his yearning beyond belief.

She grunted, yanking harshly at his hair when he drove his elbow into her stomach.

That would leave a nice bruise for an hour or two.

She curled his hair around her palm and yanked his sharply, pulling him backwards. Her teeth sank into his flesh again as she tugged, tearing mercilessly at his skin and spilling more blood down his throat and chest.

The blood spattered over her sheer dress, staining the faint green fabric.

The two were so primal when they laid with each other. There were always bruises and bite marks and cuts. Neither of them liked to leave a rutting with each other without marking each other.

Her nails bit into his scalp as she tugged his hair once more, more than ready to tear it out if it would give her the upper hand. More pain coursed through him.

Xto reverted back to relentlessly pumping her body full of yearning and lust for him as he gripped her long pierced ear, yanking on it harshly, careless as to whether of not he tore out earrings, his other hand gripped her throat and tightened around it.

His nails bit into the skin of her neck, biting through the skin as he tried to force her back onto the ground and pulled her away from his body.

He cried out loudly as his neck was mauled, blood spilling over both of them, there bodies healed at such a rate that no matter how much they tore into each other they regenerated before passing out from blood loss.

Xto leaned his head up, catching her earring between his teeth and tugging on it forcibly as his free hand pushed it's way between her skirts, gripped her small bundle of nerves and digging his nails into it brutally.

She groaned in both pleasure and pain as he yanked on hear ear, tearing at an earring, but not tearing it out completely. Blood beaded up around the silver, rolling down her ear to stain her snow white hair.

Feid swallowed as his hand curled around her throat.

She writhed and fought as he tried to force her back to the ground, pushing against him with all her might.

Disentangling her hand from his hair, she moved onto his ear, tearing each of his earrings out, tossing them aside. In a matter of minutes his ears would have healed enough to put the piercings back in. Neither of them ever had to worry about causing damage to each other with such small pains like tearing earrings out.

The woman cried out, body jerking as his hand slid between her thighs to tease her with a heady mix of pleasure and pain. With the jerk of her body, her head moved, tearing her earring out.

She pushed at her brother, kicking at his stomach once more, putting all her effort into forcing pain through his body and pushing at him.

Her free hand moved to tear carelessly at his pants until his backside was bared to the air. Sheer material was so delicate. Her nails scraped over a cheek, leaving behind bleeding marks before she forced two fingers into him. No lubrication. She'd force him into submission using as much pain and discomfort as she could.

She preferred subduing him with intense pain.

He preferred subduing her with intense pleasure.

She'd win. She had to.

Xto grunted as his stomach was kicked, it was one of the more unpleasant parts of laying together, the multiple cuts and bruises that didn't offer the addictive sort of pain but rather just blunt force.

He hissed loudly as pain coursed through his body, she really was putting all her effort into besting him today, normally she would not force such empathy onto him unless she was determined to win.

The Fae's mouth fell open in a silent cry as her fingers were forced inside of him without so much as being licked, his hips pulled away from her, pushing his pelvis up against her thighs.

His hands moves to rip the strings that kept her dress up, exposing her body completely as he clawed his hands over her breast, the skin under his nails tearing open easily.

Xto's hips thrust blindly as he grabbed her legs and forced them apart, pushing his way between her legs as he tried to enter her, using his body to try and push up her skirts so he could forcibly take her.

With each misplaced thrust of his hips her body quivered for him, his empathy demanding her to let him enter.

She had promised herself she would have him so she was going to fight to the best of her ability to get him. There was no room for submission tonight.

When his hips jerked away from her fingers, she pushed them into him deeper, her legs parting a little as she felt his hard, heated flesh against her thigh. She wanted him. She well and truly did.

But she had made promises to herself and him. She could let herself indulge in what she wanted after she had done what she needed to do.

Feidlimid gave a soft tut as he tore at her dress and she, in return, tore once more at his pants, tearing them completely from his hips. An eye from an eye.

A groan sounded and her chest pressed upwards against his fingers as his nails scratched mercilessly at her skin, tearing it and pushing the material of her dress down her body to rest at her stomach.

She hissed softly when he began to thrust his hips blindly. She wanted him so much. She needed to feel him fill her with a sadistically fast and hard pace; do his best to make her feel sore for more than a few mere minutes afterwards.

With her hands now free, she set to trying to get the upper hand once again, trying to ignore the amplified need to have him inside of her that she was feeling.

Feidlimid was determined to win this battle.

Her hands gripped at his hair, yanking his head back, dragging his body back with the overly forceful tug. Pushing her backside against the ground, she arched her back in a show of perfect flexibility, using that movement to push herself up in a sitting position, steel keeping his hair as a handle.

She pulled him into a rough kiss as she pushed at his chest now, rather than pulling his hair, pushing him to lay on the ground. She was above him now. She just hoped that he couldn't keep his upper hand now he below her. Xtopherus had a terrible habit of attempting to be power bottom.

Her hips ground down against him needily, her skirts shielding her from sinking down onto his arousal like she wanted to; like he wanted her to.

She leaned over him, fighting to pin his wrists as her teeth tore into his throat once more.

A smirk curled her lips as she sent her influence through him once more. Unlike the last time, it wasn't quite pain he was feeling. She couldn't manipulate the feeling of arousal very well in Fae, but she could manipulate it in some circumstances. Like these, for example; his arousal now would feel so neglected, so in need to feel her body that it was painful. The darker side of arousal; the pain of not being satisfied quick enough.

This was a trick she rarely used on him. It was an intense feeling for him. It was also volatile. Sometimes it made him submit beneath her and beg for her to take him. Sometimes it drove his desire to have her and made her lose the upper hand she had. This was her make or break move. She'd either have her brother whimpering beneath her or forcing her into a position that he could fuck her in as hard as he possibly could until he was satisfied.

She eyed him for a few long moments, wondering which side of her brother she would get this time.

Xto groaned lowly as she tore into his throat again and ground against him, the fingers buried inside of his causing his hips to buck and jerk.

What he desired was so close it was only the skirts that stopped him from entering her, he would take her hard and fast until she cried out begging him to let her come.

He grunted as he was forced back fighting against her grasp as he tried to force her off of him, he wouldn't allow her to get the upper hand.

Xto's mouth gaped open as her influence spread over his loins, the pain built up quickly and he knew what she was doing, it was a cruel move that could go either way.

He pushed his arousal up against her, rubbing his length against her thigh needily, right now all he wanted was satisfaction and the more pain that flowed through him the less he cared how.

She almost gave a sigh of relief when, instead of pushing her away and dominating her, he rubbed against her needily. Her influence had taken the turn she had wanted it to. He was writhing needily beneath her. She felt a fleeting pang of sadness that she brushed away immediately; though she wanted his dominance, she would have enjoyed him fucking her as hard as he could. Both of them liked to be dominant, but neither minded submitting to the other after a fair fight had been won.

She had won this one.

Feid bowed her head to kiss her brother gently, giving him a soft, teasing brush of lips and tongue.

Now she could have her fun.

She allowed her influence to continue washing over him as she slid down his body, kissing and licking and nipping along his bare skin, taking the time to bite down hard enough that blood flowed every few moments. She wanted to see him covered in marks and writhing against the ground as she teased him.

Her ministrations skipped a very needy part of him and travelled down his thigh. Her eyes flickered up to meet his as she continued down her path, silver gleaming with amused lust.

The Fae's tongue laved over the back of his knee teasingly, teeth barely scraping over his pale skin.