Saleos Jealousy NSFW

It's possible to have Jealous Sex with Saleos, when in a relationship with them or approaching one, in the courting stage. When flirting with Seir, in the love triangle, or keeping up a friends with benefits situation with one of the others.

With a high caution, The Witch, upon returning to their little cottage, notices that it's too calm. Their cottage is silent, but in a fabricated way. No bird song, no wind through the trees, no Seir making their way to you, always alerting you to their presence in the house. No, there was nothing.

One with less caution, wouldn't notice much, as their own form slowly takes shape as you traipse in. From a Mink, staring out with its beady red eyes, into their human form, supple and lithe and lean... And mean.

"You smell... Unsatisfied."

Their remark will be the same, whether or not the Witch has returned from just an outing with Seir, or a date with one of the fuck buddies, S Della Rovere, or A Lancaster, etc. They'll be all up in your space, resting their chin on your head or your shoulder, depending on your own height.

"Achingly unsatisfied. Poor thing." Their words brush your earlobe and their hand, their gloved hand, press against your lower stomach, dangerously close to your pubic bone. "Your body is tight. So tense that it could snap."

Saleos continues to paw and squeeze, dragging their teeth along your earlobe and neck. They want to seduce the Witch. They'll be coy and pawing but when the Witch actually consents, shows a hint of giving into their nips and touches, they turn ravenous. Mean.

Incredibly mean.

Teases and mocks, all the while edging you.

"Why the whining, I'm tending to you, aren't I?" They say, sugar sweet, and deeply mocking. "I know you need someone who can actually see to your cravings, satiate them."

Their tone is one of training a pet, gentle but stern, and with expectations that their orders will be followed. Eventually, that they'll be followed with mindless devotion. And with returned fixation upon them, as they are on you. Going to edge until The Witch cries, and then go so far as to overstimulate.

"But you seemed so desperate earlier. Could smell it on you like cloying oil, all that need and want and lust." Saleos, fixated upon your throat, can't help but dig their teeth into the fragile skin just above your clavicle. "Now you're whining for me to give you a little break? Oh, pet."

They lean back with a wicked grin, placing their own desire on hold. "Not until everything in your body screams for me."