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Too eager. Too loud. Not enough fear.

Yet, he is hungry. Perhaps here, he can sate himself enough that his new...servant, can hobble back to where he came from, before he changes his mind and seeks to tear him limb from limb.

Ganondorf makes a noise like a hum, and his eyes flicker to the wrist still in his grasp; His eyes linger on it uncomfortably long, enough to set the air aflame with tension, a tingling not unlike numbness spreading from where his touch meets the other.

And without warning, his teeth sink into that delicate flesh, relishing the give of it under the slightest pressure, how the skin seems to 'pop!' under the distress. Shadows flood into that open wound as the King contentedly laps at the blood that follows--and when he pulls away from the temptation that is magic-rich, he turns his face back to the other male, uncaring of the red that stains his lips.

"This is your fealty. You will come when I call. Should you not," Ganon squeezes that wrist--where the bleeding has already started to stem, somehow--as a warning. "I will find you, and break you apart, piece by piece. Do you understand?"

Remarkably stupid in many ways, perhaps, but Kohga was a driven man, and damn, if he wasn't going to take a few calculated risks if it meant seeing his ambitions through. And this, this was one he'd waited so, so, so very long to achieve. Centuries of biding his time for the right moment to act and now ! NOW ! It was here, right beneath his palm, even in the crushing grip of an entity whose power he could only deign to imagine. It made him faint with elation were it not for the grasp that stole away his breath, nigh delirious with a feverous joy.

This is almost too good to be true. A most generous king, indeed !

" Excellent, " Kohga nearly drawls. " Whatever you ask, My Lord, then it is yours. So, what do you require of me ? Shall I bend the knee ? Place my lips upon your sacred palm ? "

" You need only ask and I shall see it done ! "

Breathe. Breathe breathe breathe--

A hot breath is exhaled from his flared nostrils, and perhaps his eyes reflect in the moonlight, like a large animal's would..But he maintains composure, and seethes in the back of his mind. The feeling of fire licks at his spine, and yet still, he holds.

"I am simply searching for answers," The King stresses, speaking slowly and quietly. "And I am not accusing you.. I apologize, sincerely, for my earlier accosting."

His grip tightens at his side, but he still speaks, holding his hunger at bay.

"May we work together to find your way home? I do not wish to keep you here, especially not of your own volition."

A rumble in his chest. Almost thought provoking. "I did nothing and I saw nothing before I was sucked through some Gods damned portal and here.. with you," he grumbled. There was a light glow upon his right hand, and it throbbed along with the glow. The energies were not helping him calm down. The pull to bring out his more.. lionesque features was strong. Though, he did not want a fight.

"Next thing I knew, I was here and you were on top of me in.. whatever form you may call that. I had no intentions of leaving home. Especially not here to be spoke to as if it was."

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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 ? "

malice tilts their head, the soft toddle of their seed-filled head rattling behind wicked eye. " lord ganon? " is this a mirror, or perhaps a mimic? — @bldmnrises

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While yes, that is his name--he's never seen a creature such as this before. He turns towards the sound, and his eyes narrow, suspicion laced into even his mannerisms.

"Indeed." Ganondorf replies, with a small tilt of his head. "Who...and what, are you? What business have you with me?"

@mightiestbanana

It's applicable, no?

“ What I want is answers, so start talking. ”

The Gerudo makes a face at that--likely some combination of a frown and a sneer.

"You are not the first to attempt to get answers from me," He says, the fingers of one hand gripping tightly at the carved stone he rested upon. With a slight push, he stands, and both arms then cross over his chest, burning amber staring down into crystalline blue.

"You will not be the last."