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11.Nov.17, 06:37 AM
“Oh, I’m sure he does,” Z’ia agreed mildly, but the predatory smile on his lips said that Rhaedalyn was delusional if she thought R’nya liked her hair. Her short hair; her boyish hair; her flat body and her lack of curves; her thin arms and legs. As if he didn’t prefer a real woman. Much like the real woman he was fucking on the side, if D’hys was to be believed, and Z’ia had no reason to doubt his friend. It just made the whole situation that much funnier, and his amusement was clear to be seen. She was kidding herself, and he loved it. Oh, Z’ia had no doubt that R’nya felt some kind of affection for the silly woman, but he doubted he was as in love with her as she clearly was with him. Stupid woman.
“You missed a bit,” Z’ia purred, enjoying watching Rhaedalyn as she knelt on the floor at his feet, in the proper place for any woman, and cleaned up the mess her stupidity had made. He watched with delighted curiosity to see how long it would take her to clean up the bit he indicated. Would she do it right away, like an obedient little slut, or would she pretend she hadn’t heard him, and delay the clean up? Would she acknowledge she had heard him by glancing in his direction, but then ignore the comment? It was such fun to play with her! Z’ia grinned to himself, not bothering to conceal the expression, as Plague finished her exploration of R’nya’s bookshelf and came back to land on Z’ia’s lap, her snide little face made threatening by the drawing back of her lips. She hissed at Rhaedalyn, and puffed up her wings. Z’ia didn’t bother to sooth her.
Z’ia was much more interested in playing with Rhaedalyn’s heart and mind, and he had finally decided how to make the most of the information he knew, that she clearly didn’t. His smile was poisonous as he leered down at her. “Dear Rhaedalyn,” Z’ia murmured, using the same soft and lusty voice that had once made her knees weak. “Do you know where R’nya spends his nights?” And he waited, smirking sinfully and letting her mind do the work for him. There was no point in actually telling the ridiculous creature what he knew. It was much more fun to watch her destroy her own relationship with the bronzerider than it would ever be for him to come out and inform her of the information he had on what the bronzerider got up to on the nights he wasn’t warming her bed.
“You missed a bit,” Z’ia purred, enjoying watching Rhaedalyn as she knelt on the floor at his feet, in the proper place for any woman, and cleaned up the mess her stupidity had made. He watched with delighted curiosity to see how long it would take her to clean up the bit he indicated. Would she do it right away, like an obedient little slut, or would she pretend she hadn’t heard him, and delay the clean up? Would she acknowledge she had heard him by glancing in his direction, but then ignore the comment? It was such fun to play with her! Z’ia grinned to himself, not bothering to conceal the expression, as Plague finished her exploration of R’nya’s bookshelf and came back to land on Z’ia’s lap, her snide little face made threatening by the drawing back of her lips. She hissed at Rhaedalyn, and puffed up her wings. Z’ia didn’t bother to sooth her.
Z’ia was much more interested in playing with Rhaedalyn’s heart and mind, and he had finally decided how to make the most of the information he knew, that she clearly didn’t. His smile was poisonous as he leered down at her. “Dear Rhaedalyn,” Z’ia murmured, using the same soft and lusty voice that had once made her knees weak. “Do you know where R’nya spends his nights?” And he waited, smirking sinfully and letting her mind do the work for him. There was no point in actually telling the ridiculous creature what he knew. It was much more fun to watch her destroy her own relationship with the bronzerider than it would ever be for him to come out and inform her of the information he had on what the bronzerider got up to on the nights he wasn’t warming her bed.
