Maître à la Reine (Pepper/Pride/Open)

Rolling his eyes at the man while he was sure he wouldn't be seen. He was ok with being pretty but that would get old. As the got close he sniffed head tilting.

Eyes widening he covered his guffaw with a cough. Nodding" sure yeah let's walk"

Snickering as they went for the walk he let the grounds encompass him. Looking around he vould be uncomfortable here.

Her aid in reaching those peaks each one ever higher was a boon one he plied with a portion of himself few experienced. He’d learned at the knee of masters of the art the true measure of such moments was in the sharing in the giving. Finding a partner worth the effort to know both the darkness as well as the light was always the true struggle.



He knew Pepper was accustomed to the dark but craved the light. She was born to savagery of chosen ignorance yet craved the light of chosen knowledge even in her darkest moments. She was a boon to the city and each coaxed moment of pleasure was a repayment of that.



As the power raised between them eased and the pleasure of their touch flowed ebbing waning and waxed he hid a chuckle of recognition as he felt the release. No less physical but the antithesis of what they shared near at hand. She seized that moment moving astride him urging them to another precipice of pleasure. He laid beneath her meeting each of her surges with one of his own. Marveling at the strength of her passion as well as her dedication to it giving of herself with each moment. He glanced towards the door slowing their time. And as the bell along with the flow of energy belied what was to take place he ceased easing to a stop as recognition dawned on her face. Its contortions of pleasure drifting to a smile no less pleased as the afterglow of what they shared replaced the exertions of partaking. He sighed smiling softly.



He shrugged with the disentangling of her from him. The lack of her warmth was immediate. Being as he was he craved that heat that life that warmth and restrained the very human urge to insist she tarry longer. " Thank you for your hospitality, mon épice préférée," He said sliding from bed with a grace that should be impossible for a man of his size. Yet feather light and filled with a similar predatory grace he strode from the bed as she removed herself to find garments and freshen herself.



Not bothering to hide his all too obvious relish of her form, He moved along side of her pausing her for a moment his hand simply suddenly there in hers. “I will return, you have my word. Should you need before such an assignment simply call…” Easing the door closed behind her he set about freshening himself then dressing. Moving to the window as he buttoned the last button on his shirt he raised it and stepped out onto the eaves. Taking a second to inhale the scent of Pride’s territory feeling the caress of their spirits upon his skin he took to the air silently and nearly as swift as thought.
 

Burt nodded as he took notes mentally fallowing along. He smirked gently at the gator thing but then he felt her. Turning he felt his heart speed.

She glowed and looked like his vision. As jeadon introduced them he quickly dropped to a knee head bowed and offered his palm up to her.

" it would give me much pride and happiness to be here as part of your pride. My guides showed me you wreathed in gold, as my destiny "

He hoped it wasn't to much but jeadon had been blunt so he would be too. Truthful in his needs and offering.

Watching Burt go down on one knee Jaedon immediately knew what sort of Pride or coalition he’d been part of. It was probably one of those big ceremonial things lots of room for lions to find themselves not bent to anything more than holding what they had. He having been on the opposite end of the spectrum felt a pang of jealousy. He however wasn’t taken by it as he was here now and the ladies well Pepper really was far better for him. Being here smoothed out some of his rough edges.



So instead of saying something cutting he shrugged when Pep looked at him. It was her choice to accept him with a touch and she did. So until further notice Burt was nominally part of the Pride. How that went would be up to him. Hee would have to find his way. But with his talk about the spirits said a lot. They could definitely use someone who had a grasp of that world. In fact they’d just talked about that yesterday.



Chiming as they made their way back to the house, “Pretty boy seems to have a way with spirits wanna walk him through the ins and outs in the Venatorious?”

 

Pepper smiled he seemed to be a sweety. She looked at jeadon" I know babe I was waiting for him. I saw him and three others who will come to us for hopevand safety and that means there are those we will have to kill or chase off"

Leg crossed under her maxi dress. She knew jeadon would be good in a fight some of the others as well.
Chantelle was about to get her due.

" so burtram welcome to deces umbra on a month trial bases"

He noticed the brow and smirked they were intresting to say the least. Thinking on it all he hoped for no blood but lions were irritatingly pushy.

Pausing after he was asked, reaching out to the either" they ones who come hands out snd humbled will help the pride solidify. Those who come meaning to take over or who have planned to try will fall away like leaves but you must strike first"

Snapping free of it, he sighed and looked to them both" the other rouges some of them are un sure theres one male who thinks that this is easy pickings as you don't have a rex. He said he'd try and get you bedded first and if tha don't fly he'd just get rid of you and pick a new woman. There is an out side female willing to help him both stronger than me but he and you and even one of the others out side stronger than they are"

A fight a real challenge for territory Jaedon smirked which turned into a chuckle. He’d lived through more of those than any other member of his coalition back north. He was number four in the coalition but number two in terms of fucking shit up but good. His old Rex was more pissed he was leaving than the three girlfriends he’d had. Though friends was stretching it a good portion. He couldn’t even if he wanted to hide the near salivation at the idea of anyone coming for a real honest to goodness fight.



Zombie addicts were one thing but lions were something he knew. He’d often been the conquering force. Hell often didn’t really encapsulate what they did. They were the undisputed kings of taking another Rex’es territory and making it theirs. The first thing they would do would be to sniffff out the edges of Pepper and Aminta’s territory. Once they defined what was theirs, what they could protect easily then they’d find out who they’d protect easy. From their they would seek those lions looking to jump ship. Of those looking to leave those would be the first to be sorted into useable parts. Any strong enough to fight would be forced to to prove themselves. Anyone unable or unwilling to fight would be discarded either driven off with a beating or killed. Those who fought would be used as shock troops against their former friends and allies. It would be a cold message sent to the Rex leave or die. You’d be surprised how many Rexes left. Of those that stayed they were usually to broken to do anything but die.



The change about bedding her first was offensive but he’d been offended before he would be again. He however even with the distaste of it in his mouth couldn’t stop thinking on how nice it would be to be back in his environment again. War it would be. " That would be a bad idea on their part to say the least. How far out are they? Do your guides tell you that?"