>>5194831>>5194309>>5194351You wake from a restful, dreamless torpor, cradled by warmth. As you open your eyes and snuggle in, for a brief moment you can almost, almost imagine you are back at the Engel Manor, with HIM…
“Degenerate, what IS this? You were assigned your own cot.”
…But, of course, you’re not. The warmth you feel is the inner flame of a distant dragon-descendant, and there is no affectionate caress, nor kid words. When you roll over, there is a yellow-eyed, unblinking glare, not that look of love and adoration.
“I didn’t hear you complaining about sharing a bed before you fell asleep,” you note, with no small smugness.
“That was… It… You must have sued your damned demon to affect me again.”
You say nothing, simply sliding a hand down to cup Roth’s sex.
“Then what is this, I wonder, Superior One?”
Roth shoves you from the mattress then, but as you sit up, you smile in triumph. Roth may be no Edwin, but your ‘relationship’ with him has its own little pleasures, its own rituals.
<Roth Affection: 45%>
<Heartbreak: 85%>
“Get dressed,” you all but command Roth, eliciting another supercilious snort of wounded pride. “It’s time to finish our business here.”
“And not a moment too soon,” he remarks, donning his amulet and once more cloaking himself in human guise. “This is a tainted and unclean place.”
‘I think we left some stains on that mattress, I’ll say that much,’ Irinnile jokes.
