Little Talks [M]
03-20-2016, 11:36 PM
Gethin panted hard as he settled on the ground with Mercy still pressed tight to him. The small wounds that dotted his form and the deeper bite on his shoulder really began to ache and sting once most of the pleasure had passed, but he didn't mind in the slightest. Her voice pulled his gaze up and he saw her looking back at him and he grinned a little at her words. "Absolutely, vicious," he replied in a similarly rough voice, still slightly out of breath and ragged. He liked his little nickname for her. It was something he tended to do with women he particularly liked and she certainly fell in that category. He tipped his muzzle to lap his tongue gently over the bites he had left on her scruff, cleaning up the blood from her pale fur. "Do you have to run off so soon?" he asked, between licks, his gaze glancing back up toward hers again. "Will your pack miss you if I keep you for the night?" The pack scent on her fur was unmistakeable so he knew he wasn't going to be able to keep her all to himself like he really wanted to without dealing with some pack coming after him, but perhaps he could hold onto her for a moment more. |