Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-11588669-20140223040721

He didn't move, face flushed red. He stood, arm parrallel to the ground, knife aimed at the door. His body was turned at just the right angle that you could see ''everything. His body was tensed, almost every muscle showing with very'' impressive definition. His abs led down into the V that men went lifetimes working for but didn't. And that V pointed down to his arousal. His toned legs led up to it, as well.

Nox would never say it, but a portion of him growled with satisfaction. She was getting quite the view.

He was considered the 'perfect size', though he had no clue how big that supposedly was. All he knew, was that he was larger than the average male, but not dauntingly massive. He had found this out when he was on a contract with all women. They were forced to change in the same room.

"Well....I'll say this. You could certainly please a woman with that size..." His face was absolute crimson. But she wasn't the only one with a view. From his position, he could see her impressive bust. Which, only made him grow harder. It almost seemed he grew just a bit more.

Truly, though. Nixia had the body most would kill for. She was very shapely, with long legs that seemed to stretch on forever, a very toned stomach, a large bust, and very, very fine features. Her blue eyes and black hair, combined with that tanned skin...made the Bestial Side within him growl.

He didn't realize he was actually growling, a low reverberation coming from his throat. It wasn't intimidating, more like one of...desire...

Retaining control like he did wasn't without consiquences. For him, well. He has, almost another personality. A bestial side, of all the primal emotions: lust, passion, anger, hatred, things of that nature. It was almost aspected like a wolf, at least for Nox. And right now, it was breaking through, merging with the rest of him. He almost lives as half a person, otherwise. And right now, that passionate portion of him just wrested control. And right now, it wanted one thing.

Her. But not submissive, as an equal. It wanted her to battle him for dominance, fight him for it. A test, basically.

The blade clattered to the floor, and he pulled her up so she'd straddle his waist, hand supporting her on her rear. The other was held across her back, pushing her against him, smashing her breasts against his chest. The mercenary's normally cold eyes were burning with desire. His mind was screaming at him to do something else. And there was a small portion saying this was wrong.

He promptly shoved that portion into the farthest depths of his mind and told it to shut the fuck up.

Nox leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers roughly, but not enough to bruise. Leaving it open for her to respond how she wanted.  