"Yes he does, if he wants. He's the prince!" Mac hissed, waving both hands at the elf with a pleading expression. Ilormael's fear was making Mac worry, particularly because he knew how much Uldren liked that tang in his partners. A little fear spiced things up and Mac was scared, too. Confused boner aside, Uldren was being particularly predatory and it was never an easy thing for the Guardian to resist. Without any professional capacity keeping Mac responsible, he didn't have the usual inhibitions reminding him not to give in.
Not a good thing when trying to protect others from Uldren's curious tastes!
"Paired doesn't mean exclusive and it doesn't bear any relevance to someone's tastes! He likes things you can't even imagine and he's always pretty eager to look for ways and excuses to exercise his ability to fulfill his hungers. And I'm not a very good person to look to for help," Mac admitted, pursing his lips a bit and ducking his head with an embarrassed look.
"I like it. I like his chaos and everything about him, and I'm not a good enough man to tell him no more than once. If he's insistent, I'm not one to resist. So unless you really want to start something, don't keep pushing, Ilormael," the Guardian warned, inhaling deeply and debating precisely what to tell and what not. How much would satisfy Uldren? How little would result in the Prince holding true to his word? Did Mac want to do what he was told? Which was more rewarding? Obedience or the punishment?
"He bites. He claws, he spanks. He pulls hair. He likes it when it hurts, when you're hurt, when he's hurt. Doesn't matter. He's dark and he's violent and love humiliating people. Heck, he even does it to people he's not trying to woo, or whatever. You should have seen how hateful he was when we first met! And he's creative and maybe a little demented and he likes coming up with newer, meaner things to do. He's walked me around on a leash before in front of his sister, okay? There's literally nothing he won't do if he thinks he'll enjoy it in that moment."
Ilormael listened, eyes widening as he glanced over at Uldren in equal parts wonder and horror. Mac knew that look - he felt the same way fairly often.
"So he'd do those things? Just like that in front of someone else?" the elf asked and Mac nodded emphatically.
"Absolutely. Especially in front of someone else! He'd take you in and make you part of it if he knew you wanted in. He doesn't care about...prudence, or anything."
"Your people are very strange..."
"It's mostly just him," Mac grumbled, jutting his chin slightly.
"But...you allow it. You accept it?"
"Like it, even, so yeah, I guess we're awfully strange."
"Are you two running from your people?" the elf asked suspiciously and Mac shook his head slowly.
"No. I promise you, he actually very much wants to return home. I'm a decorated hero and he's actually much loved by his people. Well...respected, anyways."
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Not a good thing when trying to protect others from Uldren's curious tastes!
"Paired doesn't mean exclusive and it doesn't bear any relevance to someone's tastes! He likes things you can't even imagine and he's always pretty eager to look for ways and excuses to exercise his ability to fulfill his hungers. And I'm not a very good person to look to for help," Mac admitted, pursing his lips a bit and ducking his head with an embarrassed look.
"I like it. I like his chaos and everything about him, and I'm not a good enough man to tell him no more than once. If he's insistent, I'm not one to resist. So unless you really want to start something, don't keep pushing, Ilormael," the Guardian warned, inhaling deeply and debating precisely what to tell and what not. How much would satisfy Uldren? How little would result in the Prince holding true to his word? Did Mac want to do what he was told? Which was more rewarding? Obedience or the punishment?
"He bites. He claws, he spanks. He pulls hair. He likes it when it hurts, when you're hurt, when he's hurt. Doesn't matter. He's dark and he's violent and love humiliating people. Heck, he even does it to people he's not trying to woo, or whatever. You should have seen how hateful he was when we first met! And he's creative and maybe a little demented and he likes coming up with newer, meaner things to do. He's walked me around on a leash before in front of his sister, okay? There's literally nothing he won't do if he thinks he'll enjoy it in that moment."
Ilormael listened, eyes widening as he glanced over at Uldren in equal parts wonder and horror. Mac knew that look - he felt the same way fairly often.
"So he'd do those things? Just like that in front of someone else?" the elf asked and Mac nodded emphatically.
"Absolutely. Especially in front of someone else! He'd take you in and make you part of it if he knew you wanted in. He doesn't care about...prudence, or anything."
"Your people are very strange..."
"It's mostly just him," Mac grumbled, jutting his chin slightly.
"But...you allow it. You accept it?"
"Like it, even, so yeah, I guess we're awfully strange."
"Are you two running from your people?" the elf asked suspiciously and Mac shook his head slowly.
"No. I promise you, he actually very much wants to return home. I'm a decorated hero and he's actually much loved by his people. Well...respected, anyways."