Tseng managed to keep from smirking at the little tells that showed he was getting to X'rhun, the way that tail moved out of the way for his cock, and how his knees had briefly weakened causing him to lean back against Tseng for support. Then came the softly offered confession, the first that wasn't dragged out of the miqo'te through pleasure and desperation. The first true sign that Tseng was breaking him down, removing that mental armor that had been wrapped around X'rhun for so long to let Tseng get to the core of the slender warrior mage.

"I admit I love seeing the stares of lust and jealousy that follow you from others, knowing that they covet what only I am allowed to touch," Tseng murmured in between soft kisses and softer caresses, spinning out the story he wanted X'rhun to believe. "Knowing that because of you, I will be underestimated should any wish to come at me for the throne. With you, everyone will see only a man more interested in his hedonistic desires than in fighting or slaughtering those that irritated him."

He hummed and gently scraped his teeth along that slender neck, the only harsh thing he had done so far. "You are going to be perfect for me, X'rhun Tia."