Lean On
05-24-2016, 11:46 AM
Gethin stepped aside and settled onto his haunches, quietly waiting as Mercy hungrily tore into the deer he killed for them. It was obvious that his assumption about her recent starvation had been right. It was absolutely worth refusing her first advances in order to make sure she ate. He wouldn’t be surprised if he heard an earful about making her wait while he hunted for her later, but for now he could just enjoy the fact that he had kept her well at least another day. Hopefully he would get the chance to do that for many more. When she turned to look at him again he had to grin and chuckle at the state she was in, so covered in blood from her meal, all over her face and down her chest. She certainly couldn't say she didn't enjoy it. His grin widened at the little joking pet name she tossed onto the end of her thanks. He chuckled and gave a small, exasperated shake of his head. “Any time, babe.” Moments later a fresh wave of her scent washed over him as her tail wagged. A smirk tugged at his lips as a light shiver went down his spine, quickly reminding him of exactly what Mercy had wanted to begin with. A low rumble of a chuckle left him at her words as he stood and padded closer, that smirk still lingering on his lips. “Do you really have to ask?” he asked, shooting her a grin before he leaned in to run his tongue along her cheek, cleaning off some of the blood that stained her fur. “The last time I saw you this bloody I had just finished making a meal of you,” he commented quietly, tipping his head a bit to the side so he could punctuate his words with a small bite to her neck just behind her jaw, his teeth lightly grazing her skin. He knew her well enough now to know exactly what she wanted when she mentioned the “real” fun. He fully intended to give her everything she wanted now that he didn't need to worry about her passing out from starvation. He moved toward her so that their chests pressed tight to each other, his tail flicking behind him when even the most simple of contact with Mercy fanned the insatiable flame he had for her. He knew her not being able to have pups was a sore spot for her, but he had to admit that it was a relief for him to be able to enjoy her being in heat and not have to worry about the consequences. He brought his neck around hers to reach for the thicker part of her scruff, grabbing the loose skin between his jaws with a low growl. Her scent filled his nose and blanked out any other thought in his head. His teeth sliced through her skin and her blood coated his tongue. He let go after a moment, giving the bite wound he left behind several hard licks as well. |