You Take me by the Heart when you..[poptart]

"Well, I have a fifteen-inch dildo there you can choke on,"

He laughed again.

"Boyfriend, I have handcuffs, harnesses, cock rings, pumps, collars with leashes, gags, catheters — it's a toy box. Get creative."


She called him boyfriend again and something about the sweetness in her voice made his skin crawl. Maybe it was the contrast from the bubbly way she'd started saying it earlier in the night to the cold fox who'd literally crushed a heart before him, but Lochlann didn't think he could get anymore turned on. He was wrong. No one had ever called him boyfriend like it was a dirty word before.

He loved it. He absolutely physically loved it.

And then she kicked him in his leg.

Lochlann would have yelped in a manner very similar to Cecelia's earlier cry had he been unable to say anything at all. It was highly possible that he lost consciousness as the blinding wave of pain skyrocketed up his leg like a gunshot and sent bursts of white light dancing across his vision. He dropped to the ground like a bag of bricks, his wrist jutting out to catch himself but cracking awkwardly off the ground instead.

He took a sharp intake of breath as the pain rushed over him for what felt like hours. It was three seconds. When he opened his eyes, he gave her a long, smoldering look.

"We have got to do something about your heels," he said, crawling towards her. He hovered over her body for a second, because he was stupid and hadn't learned from his mistakes, until he found what he was looking for in the closet.

"That'll do," he murmured.

But then Lochlann caught sight of something else reflected in the mirror on the door, something he hadn't noticed in his rush to fuck her earlier.

"Is that....a hot tub?" he asked, looking down at her with renewed excitement. This night just kept getting better.

If she chose to answer him, she'd find that he was licking and biting up her neck again, enjoying the way her throat vibrated when she talked.

He was so drunk. He had so many plans. He didn't even remember he still had fairy wings. His hands roamed her body, doing as they pleased when the inspiration struck him, but eventually he'd roll her over onto her stomach and hogtie her with one of the restraints from the closet.

Briefly, he thoughts about taking her mouth, but decided against it. He did not need her biting that. So he fucked her with one of the vibrators in the closet instead.

Then he made good on his promise.

Lochlann would fuck her on every piece of furniture in the room, even if it was only for a few seconds at a time. He got creative, dragging her, lifting her, taking her from every angle he could think of, making a slow journey that kept taking them closer and closer to the hot tub....

"Are you ready to come for me?" he whispered in her ear.

((ooc: ahhh allow me to musical montage this a bit to avoid 500 posts describing the furniture xD. I also feel horrible because I am taking so many liberties but seriously if you'd like me to change anything please do not hesitate to let me know! I do not normally powerplay this badly but ahhh)

He was bruised, bleeding, and aching, but Lochlann couldn't remember a time he'd been more turned on. His leg was worse now and he looked visibly exhausted, but Lochlann had no desire to stop yet.

Her hand was on his face and her nails were digging into his skin, but Lochlann couldn't feel any pain. Her eyes were pools of hatred and he was drowning in them. There was a small part of him that thought he could love this woman.

"I'm starting to think you can't make me come. Surprise me, boyfriend."

If she were human, Loch would have had some kind of line about promising her the best night of her life, but he figured she'd have experienced that already. Still, he was more than up for the challenge, even if he was looking a little worse for wear.

He dropped to his knees infront of her like his leg had finally given out...

"I'll just have to try," he said.

....only of course his leg hadn't given out. With one hand on her butt, he pulled her towards his face and pulled her legs onto his shoulders in sort of a reverse piggy-back.

He kept her in place with a hand on her back, using the other to pull himself back up onto his feet, and he took her this way towards the hot tub, tasting her as he went. When they were within rage, he lifted the cover with one hand, and then leaned against it, essentially falling in backwards with her still on his face.

He was lucky he didn't smack his head off the seat on the way in, but the second Lochlann hit the water, it was like he got a second wind. He didn't surface because he didn't have to. Lochlann worked her with his mouth with renewed vigor, reveling in the taste of her.

He ate her like he was starving and when he couldn't take it anymore, Lochlann broke the surface and pulled her onto his cock in one desperate, needing motion. He fumbled for the button for the jets, making a satisfied grunt when it clicked on, and angled their bodies to force the water up towards her to pleasure her while he took her.

"I want you," he begged. It didn't matter that he had her, he wanted more. He started to move down, bringing them lower and lower into the water. He pleaded, "I need you."

If she'd been in his head, she knew what was coming next.

She came and that's when he struck.

He was quick about it, since he'd had plenty of practice, although a small part of Lochlann's brain might have registered that this is the first time he'd ever killed someone he hated if it wasn't so riddled with alcohol.

Lochlann went under and pulled her down with him.

It was an awkward endeavor complicated by the fact that they were in a hot tub, not a river, lake, or ocean-side. It wasn't like he could drag her to the bottom and just keep dragging her along the floor until she succumbed. He also couldn't just turn into a horse right off the bat, it wouldn't work, and he'd end up sliding and falling all over the apartment if she got out and he had to chase her.

He'd just have to keep her distracted.

Lochlann slid a hand up her parted legs, blood dissipating in thin tendrils in the water from the cut on his hand. His mouth found hers and he kissed her instantly and needy, begging her for a response. His other arm was wrapped around her back, holding her closer to him, trying to keep her under the water.

He was counting on her being sore and tired, but he was expecting a struggle, too. He just kept touching her, working his fingers around her clit, counting on his body to be cooler than the water. He kept trying to kiss her, too, knowing it was the easiest way to force water into her lungs.

He was so far gone, he probably wouldn't even remember this in the morning.

The look on her face was one he'd never seen before and it gave him goosebumps. The hatred in it only gave him hungrier, and when she went limp in his arms, he waited another second or two to make sure it wasn't a trap before the air around him seemed to ripple and he was back in his horse shape.

He was a monster.

There was no time for self-pity, though, because he was so, so hungry, and Loch bit into her flesh, tearing it off and swallowing it in huge mouthfuls. The hot tub slowly filled with blood, the jets sending it bubbling over his face.

He ate, and ate, and when he reached her heart he hesitated as though trying to remember if he was supposed to bring a heart to someone, but instead he bit into it and it turned to sand in his mouth. He coughed, gnashed his teeth, and then promptly blacked out.

He woke up the next morning in his bed, naked, wet, covered in bruises, cuts, and blood. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there, but the broken glass in the upstairs window of Gemmorah might have something to do with it.

He'd officially gone over the edge, but all Lochlann could remember is that he felt better than he had in a long, long time.