Odin Sphere, Onyx/Gwendolyn, skin smooth and hot as baked clay - 1/2
A gloved hand impedes Gwendolyn’s progress as unquestionably as a brick wall. She fixed the owner of the hand with her most piercing glare.
“Lord Onyx, I believe you heard me clearly the first time. I must decline your invitation to enjoy the pleasures of your court. I am here for my husband, not you.”
Onyx’s grin fell into a semblance of a coquettish pout. “But Gwendolyn, it is you that controls me. Your arresting beauty forces my body to act on its own. My heart refuses to let me watch you turn your back and walk away from me.”
“Then close your eyes and count to ten before you open them. I promise you by then I will be safely out of your sight.”
The Inferno King’s face briefly contorted into a frown before he regained his composure. The look he gives Gwendolyn this time does appear to contain a little genuine hurt.
“Gwendolyn, you wound me. You toss aside my feelings as if they were Napple cores. Since no amount of pleading will move your stony heart what say we strike a deal. It would be inconsiderate of me to deny my beloved of what she desires. I will allow you free access to my fiery domain for the price of one kiss given willingly from your lips. One kiss and then you are free to do as you choose.”
Gwendolyn massaged the bridge of her nose with her free hand. The interminable heat of the Inferno King’s throne room compounded with the prattling of the man himself was starting to give her a headache. The quicker she was out of here the better and if that meant giving into this man’s selfish demand so be it.
“I accept.” However she quickly leveled her Psypher at Onyx’s throat when he tries to step forward and sweep her into his embrace, much to his majesty’s surprise to Gwendolyn’s satisfaction. “One kiss was all you specified and one kiss is all it shall be. Place your hands behind your back. I’ll have no tricks from you.”
Onyx did as he was ordered. Gwendolyn relaxed her stance and weighed her next option. Upon further reflection she realizes she should've demanded he bend down so she can reach his lips. Judging from the amused twinkle in the Inferno King's eyes he has realized this as well and Gwendolyn refuses to give him any more satisfaction than she can help.
She places both hands on his bare chest to brace herself and pushes away with a gasp of surprise. Onyx’s flesh, if it can be called that, burns hotter than the stones of his palace which are merely bathed in heat of flames and do not burn with their own internal fire. Just that brief contact causes Gwendolyn to break into sweat.
“In need of assistance?” Onyx’s coy insufferable expression earns him another glare.
“Yes,” Gwendolyn sighs. “Some assistance would be appreciated.”
Gwendolyn only has a moments warning before Onyx places one hand on the small of her back, his thick gloves shielding the worst of the heat from her bare skin and scoops her up by the legs with the other to his waiting lips. If Onyx’s skin can be described as freshly fired clay then his mouth is like the inside of a kiln. His breath robs Gwendolyn’s mouth of all moisture and chaps her lips. The heat is overwhelming that Gwendolyn’s vision is losing focus. Her head feels like lead and her neck, too weak to support it, allows it to droop.
She sighs as Onyx traces a line up her inner thigh with one gloved finger leaving a warm pleasant buzzing sensation in its wake. The hand adventures further rifling through skirts and tickling the undersides of her wings, eliciting the feathers’ uncontrolled twitches of delight. Higher it travels until it reaches a different set of lips, which bold fingers stroke open causing Gwendolyn to lurch forward. One flailing elbow lands against Onyx’s bare skin, shocking her out of her reverie.
“One kiss,” she croaks in pain, barely finding her voice, “and then you said you’d let me go.”
“One kiss, I demanded, and then you are free to do as you please,” Onyx had a dark and dangerous look in his eyes, “Is this not to your pleasing, my love? Do you truly wish yourself elsewhere but in my arms? Can you answer me, sweet Gwendolyn?”