You Skulking Bastards

Relm rose to the bait, giving Merrick exactly what he expected of her. Why else would he have gotten his face so close to hers? If she hadn't bitten him, he damn well would have bitten her. Anything to get some emotion out of the girl. She was so... dry. So subdued. She lacked passion, though he was sure it was in there somewhere. Being nice hadn't worked, so perhaps pushing her and being the "fucking dick" that she said he was would make a difference.

Relms teeth bit into his flesh just below his jaw and the muscles there reflexively clenched at the sting of pain. Rather than fight her off immediately, Merrick's pelt bristled and his tail curled up over his spine. Through gritted teeth, he spoke, "Does that make you feel better? Does that make you feel anything?" He could feel his blood trickling from the wounds and no doubt into the woman's maw. Little things pleased him and this was one of them. Relm would have no choice but to swallow some of that blood. He would be inside her whether she liked it or not.

With one paw, Merrick placed it upon Relm's knee and pushed hard, swinging the joint backwards. It wouldn't harm her, but her balance would be off. Once her shoulder dropped, the purple brute used his bulk and the hold that she had upon him to slam his weight into her and topple her, slamming the fae down onto her back in the sand. In the process, he ripped his face from her grasp, not caring about a new set of scars in the slightest. A paw found her throat, the long, curved talons pricking her flesh as he held her in place. "Run away Relm," he advised her. "Run away or stay and get fucked. That's what you wanted, right?" Love bites. Now the man was all hot and bothered.

"Merrick Mendacium"