I'm just a sucker for pain

She was pretty infamous for getting right into things, but it wouldn’t be something that this woman would know about. She couldn’t help the large grin that was on her lips the whole time, a rumble bubbling up in her throat as she appreciated the simple beauty that the masked woman held. She knew just how to work her until she melted into a puddle at her paws, molding her with careful touches and nips here and there. But honestly that was only half of the fun, her body shivering in anticipation of Ira’s returned touches. It didn’t take very long, her sharp bite eliciting a sound that made her form quake.

Coming to a stop, the black marked woman passed the baton on, just waited for her return fire. Her head tipped upwards as Ira started to nip at her throat, letting out a groan when her teeth sunk harder into her flesh. Mercy’s pupils dilated as her never ending fire burned hotter in her belly, a breath hissing between her clenched teeth. She then matched the circle she did around her with one of her own, flicking her tail against her. Bending towards her, she aimed to sink her teeth into the thin skin of her tail, biting into the plethora of fur there to pinch at the small bones tightly. If she was successful, Ira wouldn’t be able to move unless she wanted to risk a permanent injury to her tail. Mercy wasn’t fast enough to stop the bite that was delivered to her hip, enough to draw blood. The woman let out a dark growl, rising as she tugged softly at Ira’s tail before lauching herself at the woman’s hind quarters. She tried to slam the front of her chest right against her backside, her elongated tail swishing behind her as she chomped down at the base of her spine, pinching her skin tightly between her teeth. Twisting her head, she lifted her right front leg and tried to trip the smaller woman up, her end goal to flip her quickly to her back. She wasn’t a patient woman.

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