Lord Of Silly

lord of ✨ silly ✨

@mightiestbanana

A fool. Though, perhaps not without some intelligence; As shown by his drive to seek the other out, to pledge himself wholly to the demon's whims, to not jerk or scream or fight that little bit of union. He seems a man accustomed to necessary pains, and only those.

It delights him, and strikes his curiosity, seeing the other kneel with reverence. Slightly strokes at his ego, to see the other man so elated just by this promise--And even his question, as informal as it may be, makes the King chuckle under his breath.

Such devotion deserves a reward, after all; And who was Ganondorf to not give into his urges?

The difference in height helps him eclipse Kohga, as he steps forward; That same clawed hand grips tightly at the other's chin and jaw, while a single digit from his other hand sinks a talon under that mask, lifting it up and to the side just enough to expose the lower half of the Yiga's face.

What follows may have been described as violating, by most--The King captures the other in an almost kiss, ichor and the remnants of blood exchanged between them via a much too long tongue, as the smaller of the two is tortured until his lungs and throat seize from lack of air. Only then does the demon pull back, slowly, a trail of crimson tinged saliva dripping down until the thread of it breaks.

"Tell me, then," He murmurs, tilting his head in that familiar, predatory way. "How did you taste, hm?"

It is.... a sensation beyond compare. The pain flashes bright as fangs pierce his flesh, and there is a fraction of a second he believes he might be entirely consumed there; a far more fickle part of him delights at the thought. But any of that is swiftly replaced by something far more...delightful. Adrenaline born from delirium, panic, and thrill. It is maddening, intoxicating. He might very well lose himself there.

Kohga is grateful for the mask if only that it may grant him what little dignity the Yiga chief might have left to him.

Still, Master Kohga rises as the act is finished, brushing the entire encounter off as though it were a mere fly upon his sleeve though his head spins from the blood loss. The blood at his wrist has already staunched and scabbed over, miraculously so, perhaps.

" Yes, sire, " Kohga bows low, holding his posture long for good measure until he deems it a respectful enough pause, then rises to greet his new Lord with a smile as smooth as the desert's dunes around them.

" Sooooo.... " Kohga then stumbles back as if from a drunken stupor, riding that high for as far as it takes him. He smooths a hand across the ruffled frond of his collar and cannot quite help himself next, " How'd I taste ? "

“You are Gerudo, as I am. And you have caused me no harm.” Save, maybe, for the tip of her nose just now.

“I see no reason to fear you. I am, however, inclined to ask questions— if you’d entertain the whims of a kihare.”

"You can ask," He says, reclining back, eyes drifting to the broken ceiling of the ruin they currently are visiting.

Historians.

"But I will only answer what I please."

@mightiestbanana

It's applicable, no?

@topaz-adorned

There was blood spilled upon the sands, and for once, it was not his doing.

He had perhaps come upon the scene too late to see exactly what had happened--but the fact of the matter was that someone else was feasting in his territory, and that was unexcusable. A threat.

So he follows the intoxicating scent of iron to its source, eyes trailing along the form of...a traveller. Being devoured rather messily, by a...hm. Some form of creature, one he was unfamiliar with. Fair enough, he supposed; He wasn't in the mood for conversation tonight.

The demon sinks down into a crouch, just enough to give him more stable footing--and he leaps from the sands to fall upon the intruder, a clawed hand forcing its mouth up and away as he sets his teeth into its shoulder, pulling away with a bit in his mouth, growling low at the taste.