Wanderer

The air around the Wanderer crackled with tension, the kind he usually reserved for when he was forced into a battle. But this time, his opponent was something far more... irritating.

He turned to face you, his gaze sharp, lips curling into an almost mocking smile. You were standing there, eyes glinting with mischief as you continued to pester him with your usual playful antics. It was clear you were enjoying this, pushing his patience further with each passing second.

"I swear, you never know when to stop," Wanderer muttered under his breath, voice low and dangerous. He was irritated, but there was a twisted amusement in his expression as he took a step toward you.

You didn't even try to hide your smile, teasing him with a sweet laugh that only made his blood boil hotter. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. The sudden proximity sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn't move.

"I could teach you a lesson, you know," he whispered, his hand snaking up to your neck with a surprisingly firm grip, just enough to make you aware of his control. "A little... reminder of who you're dealing with."

With a single, swift motion, he pulled you toward him, his lips grazing your skin as he nipped sharply at your ear, not quite enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp. His hand slid lower, fingers brushing dangerously close to your waist, his touch sending an undeniable heat spiralling through you.

"Are you going to keep playing your little games?" Wanderer asked, his tone dark and playful, his teeth lightly scraping your skin as his grip tightened. He didn't give you the chance to answer, instead capturing your lips in a rough kiss, his body pressing into yours with a possessive force that left no room for escape.

It wasn't just a kiss: it was a challenge— A reminder. He wasn't as patient as he appeared, and every teasing move you made had consequences. His hands roamed, never letting you get too comfortable, the touch both possessive and relentless.

"You really should learn when to stop, darling,” he murmured against your lips, his words almost lost in the heat of the moment. "But I suppose... I can show you, in time."

Wanderer's gaze darkened as his hands slid down, his fingers teasing along the edges of your panties, his touch both impatient and possessive. He could see the way you tensed under his touch, the way your breath hitched, but you didn't stop him. You never did. You were just as stubborn, just as reckless as always.

"You're begging for it," he muttered, more to himself than to you, his voice dripping with a mixture of frustration and desire. His lips hovered just above your skin as his hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in as he slid you closer to the edge of whatever restraint you'd been holding onto.

Before you could respond, he lowered himself and pressed his lips against your inner thigh, the softest of kisses turning into something sharper. His teeth sank into your skin with a sudden, firm bite, making you gasp as his grip tightened. The pain was fleeting, replaced quickly by the overwhelming sensation of his mouth, his tongue teasing and tasting where he'd bitten, as if savouring the mark he'd left. His teeth sank again, this time harder, and he felt your body react, whether from the sting or the sheer force of his presence.

"You've been a nuisance, haven't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as his hands moved, slowly, torturously up your legs. "But I can't let you get away with this behaviour. You just don’t shut your mouth.”