Soothing the Savage Beast

 Emperor had took his leave in the rustling fury of billowing silks. As his huge mass faded away down the hallway in the wake of shrouded fluttering garments. Eyes turning the hue of blood and fire as rage crept into his soul. Bringing forth his nature in the worst of ways. He slammed into the suite like a hurricane veering on a path for destruction. Entering into his office he began to howl out. A painful ear splitting screech that was equally felt gutturally as it would ring upon a ear drum; able to stun those of weaker countenance. The beast tearing bookshelves their hinges. Fur bristling, thousands of fibers standing on end. Patches of his fur splitting away to reveal a harden emerald armored plating. Horns creeping up from above his brows. His musculature had bulked out a great deal as well. Pages littered the area as he punched into the shelves...destroying everything in his path. "Insolence!!!" He roared. His vocals echoing out into the rest of the suite as his booming growls shook the very ground.

Jinse's arrival was staggered a ways, both in time and step, for he felt that rage deep down in his soul and he dared not enter that maelstrom unprepared. Sometimes you just had to let the winds howl before you attempted to soothe the tempest. When the retainer did arrive, he came as softly as a whisper, bringing with him the aromatic waft of smokey incense and the fragrance of a fresh cup of oolong tea. "My lord," Jinse murmured, covering the top of the cup with one hand to shield it from any drifting debris, "I know there is little I can say to smooth over what has been done." The suan'ni motioned to continue but clammed up, looking down as the last bellow rang out, the display of power averting his eyes to the ground where they did not lift again until the silence won out. Then he'd look up and attempt to approach the emperor, still intent to speak softly and uncover the still steaming cup of tea on offer for the larger man, "I cannot apologize on her behalf." Jinse extended his arms to offer the cup, "But I can assure that once you left, your fair desert flower handled the whole ordeal with divine grace and decorum. The feline is a wretched thing, deserving of reprisal, but her nature leads me to assume she wouldn't suspect her actions to come back to bite her." Whether or not he took the offered drink, the dragon watched him calmly but attentively, "What more can I do to soothe you?"

Emperor fumed as the scattered pages fluttered down from the ceiling cascading all around his hulking mass. The bugling sinew having done some damage to the threading of his Imperial robes as it grew tight trying to contain itself around the mastiff's growing girth. After the rumbling growl was cast he eyed the door as the smell hit his nostrils. The Imperial seemingly stuck between his forms. Not quite feral but not quite cultured. He still stood bipedal but held a slightly hunched posture. His nostrils flaring as the fragrance wafted like a warm blanket over his features but the Nian was keen to have chaos and to hold on to this grudge and the anger it boiled up to the surface. Embracing his true self was a shamed plague upon this body...and at times hard to resist. Thick hands trembled as the dragonic moved in closer whispering sch sweet words in attempts to soothe. For a moment there seemed some hesitation as if it was working. Emperor Yet in another flash the cup was knocked away as those words fell from the black suanni's lips of how he might soothe him further. He was simply inviting danger. The trembling hand zipping out towards the man's throat in order to capture his serpentine neck and should he succeed twist himself and slam the man into a bookcase that had miraculously remained standing through the rampage. "I know just the thing." A light rolling husk in the mastiff's voice as he shoved his weight into him. Chest pressing into his soft belly scales. As wickedly smirking misporitionated maw stretched to reveal extremely lengthy canines. Moving slowly towards the crease of his shoulder and clavicle.

Jinse felt the cup sail from his fingers and shatter on the floor, fine porcelain now in a thousand pieces, steeped water pooling out from the impact site. Jinse opened his mouth to speak but a hand encircled his neck, spurring his golden eyes wide. His whiskered lifted, his tail curled, but he dared not struggle to show such weakness when his superior was in this state. It all happened so fast, before he knew it his long body was pushed up against the bookshelf with a loud clatter, several loosened tomes falling to the floor below as energy exchanged through one object into another. He gruffed when husked at so, the air catching in his nostrils, gilded pools wide, at first, with confusion and surprise...but then understanding followed coldly. They did not lose that off-kilter air but he did experience a steadying wave once the ominous words touched his ears. His fur and scales were still a measure raised, alarmed, bristling like a wary animal, but he didn't challenge or protest. His jowls rolled, teeth he didn't realize he was clenching loosening their hold in each other's gums. Jinse tried to relax but it was hard, the imperial could likely feel it between his fingers, every muscle fiber in the dragon's neck was as tense as stone, "Whatever you could want," he forced his tone to lower, to sound even despite the conflict within him, "You need only will it of me and I shall do." A sentiment his mind and heart immediately quickened at, the mastiff's weight abruptly bearing down on him, forcing the dragon to reach around with both arms to steady himself on the seam-split ruffles of tattered sleeves, holding on as pressure built on his stomach and lungs. He saw only glimpses of hellishly long teeth coming closer to him and he turned his muzzle away, just as much barring his neck and averting his gaze.

Emperor was made hungry by the initial tension. The Nian within fed on such things as tautness and discomfort. Like an incubus bred on malintent instead of sexualized energy. Eerie wide smile a clear reason the man never did. As he was always most content when something struggled beneath him. It was never a show of compliment or pleasantries. It was an omen of cruelty. Feeling the quickened thump of the dragon's heart beat against him. His eyes glinting with shrouded madness. Hearing the words squeaked out muffled from under his fist. He slowly clenched it closed tighter just to hear the incline of it dance upon his folded ears. He would loosen it quickly after. Keeping in mind that a dead plaything was no fun at all. Jowly snout pressed in close to the man's cheek. Breathing in his intoxicating smell. "Hmm...you have been gone from your Master for soo long and have left me wanting." Emperor Reining in to collect his senses enough to speak coherent thoughts. His vocals a lingering bass. As the dragon sequestered to his demands turning to expose his neck and trying to relax into his grip the mastiff placed his teeth on over the scales. "I am glad to see your training remains wholly intact." A rumbling akeen to a pur as fangs would pierce into his flesh to allow blood to flow over his tongue. Closing his eyes in contentment as his other hand would shift to grab hold of the tigon's leg. Caressing his claws over the leathery scales of his thighs and the curve of his rump. "Turn over your body to me. Submit." He gurgled through the bite of his neck already his loins reacting to the situation.

Jinse's tone broke, crackling like glass in his voicebox when the air left him and his lungs strained inside his ribs. He tried to keep even, to temper his fear, but it still bubbled up as thick and steady as sap from a tree. A slow wound, one that bubbled and oozed, teasing that inner demon with a gradual, trickling feed of raw malign emotion. There wasn't wholly many things that Jinse truly feared, only death and his master, and they were one and the same in this moment. His mind felt numb, eyelids mostly closed, expression forlorn. He had no words to retort with, work often kept him away, he knew the cruel sentiment to be true and could not dispute it. His tongue rubbed at the top of his mouth, visibly struggling around a comment he did not voice, could not even, as the emperor's fangs pierced his neck. Resilient scales crumpled easily, Jinse could hear them breaking in his own ear, forcing him to wince with the pain coursing coldly down his spine. Rich draconic blood pooled from the wound, sweet and savory, and a faint trilling whimper escaped between his sharp teeth. Furred fingers touched his thigh, moved up and around to the swell of his rump, and Jinse responded by bearing his weight on the thick trunk of his tail and raised his legs. His master need only ask once and he'd part them without shame, clawed toes splaying in the air, one scaly hand leaving the mastiff's shoulder to take his own coverings and move the long black fabric out of the way. Already, the golden head of his cock was visible, poking its tip out of his sheath, dolloped with a single bead of clear aroused glint. "My life is yours," he husked through the underlying tremor, "My body is yours, as is my death. I submit fully...just as I had done before your sword all that time ago."

Emperor suckled at the tigon's throat and lapped at the metallic liquid that drizzled in a slow steady flow over his maw. Eyes half lidded, weighty with bliss. His breath heavy upon the retainer's neck. The grip to the buttock intensifying as he could easier lift him with his strength, forcing the dragon's back to arch into the disheveled shelves. Seeing the obedience of the cloth being moved and the motion of him hiking his legs up so he was welcomed in caused smirk to deep. The anger falling away now as his hostility melted a level towards heated passion then contempt. "Good. I am fond of that memory." A huffed murmur as he saw the golden rod of the retainer emerge and greeted it, dropping hand from his throat to rub a thumb lightly over the droplet and blend the flavors of blood and excretion on his tongue as he licked it off. Emperor's shaft growing and pulsing as he would take control of it and guide it in, holding his leg up to offer him some support. A grit of his teeth. "Ahhh! Sweet pet." As he would bury himself and lose himself to the ecstasy. A great way to blow off all that pent up steam.

Jinse closed his eyes and let the influx of emotion wash over him, the world melting away into a haze, his mind bleeding into a beautiful menagerie of primal thoughts and carnal tryst. The last coherent thing the retainer did being the wettening of two digits with his own tongue, moistening them up and taking them down to the puckered bud of his anus. He slickened the intended entrance up just in time to feel his lord's member kiss and then breech into the swelter of his smaller body. Heated and tight from disuse, Jinse form never quite forgot the motion of his emperor's and quickly reaffirmed why no other sated him quite like he did through both his power and virility. The mighty tigon reduced to a station no better but no less than a well-strained concubine, loosing noises no other managed to stir from his throat. By the end of it, Jinse was a bleary-eyed, slack-jawed mess, more beast than man, tongue protruding out and panting heavily in the throws of a warm afterglow. "My lord," he huffed, his first string of understandable words stressed over an airy tone, "I...I need only a few moments to collect myself." He took in several deep breaths, straining the new wounds on his neck, flaring the mighty glow in the window-like vents under his clavicles. The dragon may of been an absolute mess but he was determined not to succumb and still be able to get some much needed work done now.

Emperor relished in the taste of his retainer. That he was wholly his to do with as he willed. It filled him vigor and rejuvenated his previously tarnished position in his mind. As the Imperial's ego was truly a brittle and most fragile and precious thing in which needed consistent validation to keep the man from succumbing to his dark intentions. To remain composed within public and out. To rule and therefore take on the burden and responsibilities of many. Such was a great weight to carry. This heavy tension falling away at the primal moans and the songs of their bond. It ran to a deep place which resided a well restrained affection that the mastiff did well to keep locked away out of fear of being seen as weak. The dragon pulled at these tethers..and while he maintained that they would not come undone, the feelings of such was unsettling. Kind and warmth that brewed around his icy heart. The throb of his shaft and thick laced groan as their ravenous moments together came to a balmy head. Giving a final lick at the succulent spot of the punctures of his neck before he'd let the man carefully down and steady him if necessary. A grumble as he pulled his robes off and a bit of a sigh released. "This will be needing to see Kaikoga." Hanging the tattered robe on the side of the bookcase. He went and sat at desk and deeply breathed to collect himself. Clearing his throat so that his voice would not come out winded or hold any hint of exhaustion. "I will take that tea now. Apologies." There some niceties starting to creep in as he returned to a calmness and balance. "Hmm. I am needing payments and terms scribed up for our associate Porthaeus with whom I signed on as a forger for the Generals weapons." He then stroked his fingers through his beard in thought. "Then a missive to Biers. I need the girls ready tomorrow to entertain. It will be held in the tea room." And by girls...he meant anyone with the talents as an artisan or courtesan. Those who were seen as entertainers were always deemed of the feminine persuasion in his eyes.

Jinse both appreciated and accepted being steadied, keeping him on his feet even as the liquid warmth tickled down the inner part of his thighs. Jinse did not state it but he felt strange when they coupled, a queerness he couldn't place. Was it fondness? Routine? He could not tell but it just felt right, whatever it was, as it is. Warmth. He left his clothes abandoned on the floor, his pride soft again, slowly retreating back into his groin. He waited for his lord to finish the verbal list, then bowed his head to dismiss himself to brew another cup and bring it back just a few minutes later. "It shall be done, I will pen up several copies in extensive detail, both for your records and for this new ally." Afterward the tigon looked thoughtful, raising his snout to the air and peering into the middle distance, considering something for a short moment, "And I will be sure to inform the others that our best is needed to put on a good appearance." Jinse blinked slowly and stared down at the floor a bit, "Only the best to present ourselves with, especially to the keeper of so vile a ball and chain as that cat." The fur of his mane, already displaced with post-coitus, frayed just a little bit more like an annoyed feline, "It will be done and we will be ready, I will make sure of it. We will make you proud, my lord."

Emperor patiently waited for the cup of tea to be brought and when it was offered to his hand he would take it gingerly and raise it to his lips. The fresh taste of the dragon's sanguine fluid still on lingered on his tongue. Mingling with the floral notes of the tea. Sipping it longingly, savouring it, mulling it over slowly as he separated each accent of the leaves and the dragon's essence. Nodding as Jinse took mental record of each task and placed skillful commentary. "Hmmm..very good. And my vials have run dry." Speaking of his ink well of dragon's blood in which he used to infuse his scrolls. "Before the wound heals over fill a vial for me then get yourself to a healer to tend to it. I will have need of you at the meeting to keep things running smoothly and organized. I trust known other with such a weighty task." A compliment though it was not lingered on. Eyes cutting over to the stripped golden serpentine. "Do not bring up that god forsaken alley cat. Or are you trying to entice me into a second round hmm?" Eyes burning upon his retainer as he lifted the cup to take another sip. "Unfortunately there is not much time for anything more. Go. I need these things gotten to with haste." It was best to shoo him off before things devolved and no work be gotten to at all. Restraint...restraint was necessary.

Jinse bowed deep and shook his head, "N-no, you are right there is no time, I should mind my tongue." He thanked the divine heavens for his scales else the heat burning in his face would of been visible, "By your leave, glorious one, I shall retire now and get right to work. The copies will be on your desk by morning and your well refilled with blood." He touched a hand to his naked stomach and bobbed his head, "Goodnight my lord, rest easy, everything will be taken care of. I will make certain I am presentable for our guests on the morrow." With that said, Jinse motioned for the door, his long and ruffled tail dragging behind him, the only physical sign of the tire and lethargy he really felt. He disappeared then without further flourish or word, intending to inform the most trusted of servants to begin cleaning up the mess before he returned to his quarters to delve into his scribe work. It wouldn't matter how long it took, all night if it must, he wouldn't sleep until it was finished.