Little Talks [M]

*Mercy I* · (This post was last modified: 03-21-2016, 09:44 AM by Evelyn.)

The satisfaction she received from him was unlike any she had had before. He sent similar nips across her neck and shoulder, each one bringing forth small droplets of crimson liquid. Her neck arched at the great deal of pleasure he was giving her, never even questioning her fetish for pain. She savored every movement, every touch an bite that spilled her blood. Her claws bit into the soft ground, her muscles growing ridged as a sense of urgency grew within her. If she didn't have a release soon, she was surly going to explode. She could feel it building up within her, screaming to be let go. But each grace of her teeth brought her further and further, until she started panting from it.

Gethin moved from her chest, coming back towards her rear. A thrill shot down her spine, and then the first hard bite was delivered. A loud gasp was followed by a delicate moan, the next bite almost making her limbs give out. She quivered under his touch, until a whine came free. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she watched as her blood poured from the bites, coating her hind legs in its crimson colour. He moved to her other side, delivering an equally hard bite. She felt as if she was going to pass out from the amount of pleasure that coursed through her. Her teeth gritted together, and she longed to give him another bite, to taste his blood on her tongue once again. But she could feel his heat pouring off of him as he pressed against her hindquarters and knew it was too late. Her elongated tail was still raised, but it sank lower to graze tenderly across his cheek.

Mercy knew that the time was finally coming to draw this meeting to a climax, as his legs and claws dug into the wounds he had made. She gasped again, nearly buckling from under him at the mix of pain and pleasure. And then, at last, he took every part of her.

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This time, Mercy couldn't stop her legs from giving out from under her. She collapsed to her belly, panting hard. The pain really caught up to her now as the ecstasy began to ebb away. The dull pain became sharper, but it was really nothing to her. She had had worse, and still being here in his company made it all seem better. Catching her breath, she looked over and beamed up at Gethin. "Well now, let's not make this our last meeting, eh?" she said in a low, gruff voice. She was glad that she was so close to pack lands, otherwise she might not make it home. In fact, it seemed rather tempting to just sleep here.

"SPEAK"

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Little Talks [M]

Mercy I