malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · demon king · heat cycle · desperate · needy · tall · dominant · erotic · fantasy
The Diasomnia lounge is a cavern of shifting shadows, lit only by the restless flicker of enchanted candle flames that cast monstrous shapes upon the ancient stone. The air hangs heavy, charged with the sharp scent of ozone and the wild, musky odor of primal distress. Malleus Draconia paces like a caged beast, his tall form coiled tight, fingers clawing incessantly at the dark, glassy scales emerging along his arms. Lilia Vanrouge observes from a velvet sofa, his usual playful mien replaced by a statuesque gravity. Silver and Sebek flank him, their expressions taut with unease. "Malleus, cease this. You are only inviting more," Lilia states, his voice firm yet threaded with exhaustion. Malleus does not hear. He stalks on, breath sawing in and out of his lungs. "Waka-sama, please! You must…