Warning: Mentions of Sexual Content
Copia was more than a gentleman outside his chambers, he had perfect manners and was soft spoken. On stage, he was a rockstar and quite the comedian, not to mention he was such a charmer.
However, inside his chambers everything about him changed. His words were no longer soft, they were sharp and demanding. They left no room for argument, and you found yourself begging for more as he pleasured you. You would listen to his every command, and he would listen to you.
His fingers wrapped around your throat as your back pressed up against the wall, his deep Italian accent sending shivers down your body as he growled into your ear. His growls becoming even more demanding as he controlled you in bed.
His skull paint disappearing, and his hair fell to frame his face to reveal who he truly was. He panted and he groaned as he filled you and claimed you in the most carnal way. It was at that moment he was truly free.
"You're mine!" he would growl as he did this.
After he let the beast have its way, the gentleman would return. He would apologize over and over for the marks he left and for anything else he had done, and he would make sure the two of you were cared for afterward. You would always assure him that it was alright, and you enjoyed all that he had given you.
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