Darius knew that what he was about to do was a bad idea, that he should just cut his losses and turn around lest he lost even more dignity in front of his drunken mate. However, seeing her like this was making him lose himself. There was simply no way that he could walk away from her now.
"Fine."
With a reluctant grunt, the king lowered himself to grab a towel from Xen's bed and pat her down. Positioning himself behind her, Darius began dabbing the towel against her bare skin, her sweat quickly diffusing into the cloth as she moaned and panted in front of him. It was ridiculous, but it was also making his blood boil.
'What the hell am I even doing…' he inwardly lamented.
"Hah… Thaaattt hittsss the spooottt…."
