ardent

I'm just a sucker for pain



Mercy I

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Heavy
posts
452
player
Evelyn

Famous
12-10-2016, 02:38 AM



She flipped the woman over with ease, looking down at her with half lidded eyes. The scent of her heat swirled more openly around her, a growl twisting through her jaws. Ira looked up at her with expectancy, making a touch of a smile linger on her black lips. Rip her to shreds? She had better be careful with what she wished for. Without warning, Mercy's jaws parted as she bit down around Ira's throat, meeting her yellow eyes as she pinched down lightly for a moment. No, she wasn't going to kill her, but it was more of a power trip that she was looking for. She could end her life right here and now, but that's not what she wanted. Letting her go with a grumble, she lowered herself so that she was pretty much sitting on Ira's tail, trailing kisses and nibbles down the woman's exposed belly. She paused to place a rather harsh bite in the fleshy part of her thigh, licking tenderly across her lower belly. Glancing up to cast her eyes on the other woman, she ever so slowly made it down to the best part of all, where all the action was needed. Grinning, she hovered over her for a moment before finally giving Ira was she craved.

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Pulling herself up from where she had been laying, her still hooded eyes searched Ira's body. If she thought she was done, she had another thing coming. It wasn't a show just for her, not at all. Instead she repositioned herself so that she was lingering above her, lowering her bottom half until the fur on her belly kissed Ira's. Locking eyes with her, she finally rested herself against her, a delicate shudder passing through her form. Tossing the gray masked wolf a grin, she went back to work all over again.

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Now Mercy was truly spent. Flopping over, she panted where she lay in the grass, her mind swimming in a sea of bliss. Glancing up at the sky, a loud sigh left her parted jaws. Now that was the stuff. She wasn't used to being with other women, but this time she had been in full control of every twist and turn, not something she could do often with a male lingering above her. Unable to say anything or really even move for the moment, she just enjoyed the feeling of the cool ground at her back.

"Speech"



Mercy likes to swear and bite, and she can be unpredictable. She's not always nice, and is quick to jump into a fight. Thread at your own risk.
Mercy has a visible scar from her shoulders down to the middle of her back, in a v like shape. Not all of her art shows this.