[Cruelty came in many forms. Richard was more than capable of performing and indulging in the horrors of the carnage that Silco painted with his words. He had given a proof of it, too. Both during the gnosia infection and when in the secrecy of Silco's office when they had maimed the unwanted quests. Richard had mutilated one of them, removed the golden jaw from the victim's face with just a knife and his bare hands. But that was only the surface of the twisted brutality within his soul.
Richard's cruelty and viciousness was more multifaceted than that. They came from his words, the sweet little things that slipped past his lips and urged others to act on his behalf and sell their principles, to bend along his desires. That way he had deceived all the other ruling lords, the people and even god himself and snatched the crown for himself -- making a demon the king all of the England
...Only to find himself in this forsaken world.
But that wasn't a rabbit hole that he wanted to look at right now. Nor that he could as his whole attention was stolen by the sheer force of the orgasm, shaking his entire body. His vision goes blank, the hot flames blazing in his core as he empties his load. Shiver runs through his spine, shaking him like a leaf in the wind. But just like always, the moment of intense heat burns past fast. His body relaxes as he slugs forward Silco and lulls into the pleasant bliss of post-orgasm.
There was a red hue on his pale cheeks, the mismatched eyes having almost a drunken look to them as they watched his lover beneath the long lashes. Well. His mood sure had improved a lot since the beginning of this meeting. Gone were the sourness from hearing Charles' awareness to their situation, and the thorns of the argument had withered away. Hell, he barely remembered the ghost.
With a lazy yet satisfied grin on his lips, Richard leans forward to seal two of them in a kiss, fingers snaking up to slide along red, nearly swollen cut on Silco's neck.]
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Date: 2024-12-16 10:50 am (UTC)Richard's cruelty and viciousness was more multifaceted than that. They came from his words, the sweet little things that slipped past his lips and urged others to act on his behalf and sell their principles, to bend along his desires. That way he had deceived all the other ruling lords, the people and even god himself and snatched the crown for himself -- making a demon the king all of the England
...Only to find himself in this forsaken world.
But that wasn't a rabbit hole that he wanted to look at right now. Nor that he could as his whole attention was stolen by the sheer force of the orgasm, shaking his entire body. His vision goes blank, the hot flames blazing in his core as he empties his load. Shiver runs through his spine, shaking him like a leaf in the wind. But just like always, the moment of intense heat burns past fast. His body relaxes as he slugs forward Silco and lulls into the pleasant bliss of post-orgasm.
There was a red hue on his pale cheeks, the mismatched eyes having almost a drunken look to them as they watched his lover beneath the long lashes. Well. His mood sure had improved a lot since the beginning of this meeting. Gone were the sourness from hearing Charles' awareness to their situation, and the thorns of the argument had withered away. Hell, he barely remembered the ghost.
With a lazy yet satisfied grin on his lips, Richard leans forward to seal two of them in a kiss, fingers snaking up to slide along red, nearly swollen cut on Silco's neck.]