interior design is my passion
Absinth
Juggernaut
Professor
10-26-2023, 04:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-26-2023, 04:08 PM by Absinth. Edited 1 time in total.)
(editing for TW bloodplay and stuff)
Success had never felt so sweet. Absinth breathed heavily with the effort it was taking to keep the other woman down... But all these thoughts of sweet things were making her feel a craving for something a little more tangy. With her limbs trapping the woman below, Absinth had begun to slowly let her locked jaw go- until her ear was claimed in a quick and painful bite. Oh, you damn woman-eater! Her blood trickled down onto the body of her playmate, a growl reverberating out from deep within Absinth’s chest. This wasn’t ideal. How to make her let go? Her head filled with interesting ideas.
Her jaw did indeed go lax as she was originally intending, but the teeth were replaced by tongue as she began to trail a line of sensual kisses up the magenta fur of the woman-eater until she had made her way to the other woman’s throat- a tantalizing option; but not her goal. She lets the woman grind upward without reciprocation,letting her drive herself crazy. A cruel smile playing on inky lips as she continues to place her kisses. Absinth makes her way back down to the neck and chest area before promptly biting down hard on the flesh, enough to draw blood from her- and then she lets go again after a few savory moments. Always maintaining the hunger she had cultivated within the other woman.
The lovely crimson now coating her tongue from her assault, she uses it to lick at her own fallen blood splatter, mixing it with a morbid curiosity at the taste. Then she turns her attention back to the face of her companion, swiping a bloody line across the magenta woman’s cheek, partially covering her amber markings. As she does so she also indulges her opponent with a rough succession of circular downward grinds, meeting her desire halfway. A particularly maniacal cackle escapes her, sending her maw upwards to the sky before dropping again to whisper a few words into the other woman's ear. Absinth's voice came huskily with a multitude of vulgar moans interrupting her speech. “It takes- more than one- scrap to get me- in bed. Hope- you don't mind, I got- a taste of- you too, -love.” Absinth abruptly cuts their contact with a bloody kiss, finally side stepping off the woman and backing out of snapping distance. “Names Absinth, A pleasure I'm sure.” There she stood, with a bloody grin she'd made sure they both shared.
wormwood
Success had never felt so sweet. Absinth breathed heavily with the effort it was taking to keep the other woman down... But all these thoughts of sweet things were making her feel a craving for something a little more tangy. With her limbs trapping the woman below, Absinth had begun to slowly let her locked jaw go- until her ear was claimed in a quick and painful bite. Oh, you damn woman-eater! Her blood trickled down onto the body of her playmate, a growl reverberating out from deep within Absinth’s chest. This wasn’t ideal. How to make her let go? Her head filled with interesting ideas.
Her jaw did indeed go lax as she was originally intending, but the teeth were replaced by tongue as she began to trail a line of sensual kisses up the magenta fur of the woman-eater until she had made her way to the other woman’s throat- a tantalizing option; but not her goal. She lets the woman grind upward without reciprocation,letting her drive herself crazy. A cruel smile playing on inky lips as she continues to place her kisses. Absinth makes her way back down to the neck and chest area before promptly biting down hard on the flesh, enough to draw blood from her- and then she lets go again after a few savory moments. Always maintaining the hunger she had cultivated within the other woman.
The lovely crimson now coating her tongue from her assault, she uses it to lick at her own fallen blood splatter, mixing it with a morbid curiosity at the taste. Then she turns her attention back to the face of her companion, swiping a bloody line across the magenta woman’s cheek, partially covering her amber markings. As she does so she also indulges her opponent with a rough succession of circular downward grinds, meeting her desire halfway. A particularly maniacal cackle escapes her, sending her maw upwards to the sky before dropping again to whisper a few words into the other woman's ear. Absinth's voice came huskily with a multitude of vulgar moans interrupting her speech. “It takes- more than one- scrap to get me- in bed. Hope- you don't mind, I got- a taste of- you too, -love.” Absinth abruptly cuts their contact with a bloody kiss, finally side stepping off the woman and backing out of snapping distance. “Names Absinth, A pleasure I'm sure.” There she stood, with a bloody grin she'd made sure they both shared.
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