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Absinth found it extremely sweet herself to hear the gasp and coo of her playmate, teeth steadily increasing in force as she bit down on the flesh claimed there. From her closed maw came a giggle, a taunting lash of her tail before a raised paw came down on Absinth’s shoulder- pushing with great force until her leeway gave and she was pushed down onto her back; teeth still clenched around the other woman’s scruff. Ah, reminds me of that spar with Aresenn.

With her body pinned Absinth was even more dead set on keeping her fangs firmly clamped, eyes twinkling with mirth and coyness. A tongue ran against her cheek seductively, which in turn caused a shudder to wrack the monochromatic fae’s body in a rather pleasant manner. So much so that she nearly let go of her grip in that instant- but... she wouldn’t be Absinth if she was so easily defeated. If the woman wanted a challenge, she’d get one. You wanna taste of me? You'll get a hell of a lot more than you can chew. Her limbs came into play now, fores trying to grapple the shoulders of the more muscular female before she made her next move.

Then Absinth, in an instant, attempted to readjust her bite closer to the throat of her companion, aiming to turn the tables in order to roll them both until she came out on top. If she failed to twist their bodies, she would instead focus on keeping any grasp she could land and go from there.
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