Washed Out in the Mind of Me

His lips crashed into hers in a passionate battle for control, the heavy desire from both parties colliding brutally. She fought for dominance just as much as he did, insatiable for him and his touch now that she had him right where she wanted him. Fixed between her legs, on the road to ravishing her like she so needed. Matching his growls, she let a lewd noises slip from between her teeth- leaving them for him to consume as they shared their lustful kiss. She was nearly out of breath, tenacity disallowing her to withdraw first- when he abandoned her. Absinth struggled to understand why he’d gone from the contact, when he assaulted the curve of her neck with kisses, sensually trailing his canines roughly as he went. At the same time one of his forepaws explored her sultry waist and hips - both instances of his ministrations forcing longing moans and gasps from her maw. 'Do you want to be devoured, Absi?' Good god. “Yes-–!” She whined breathlessly, answering him and fighting to take back her control with an arch of her back; pressing upwards into his affliction. She sought more of his touch, more intensity in turn. His kisses left a fiery trail of heat in their wake, igniting her skin in a pleasurable burn. With shivers running down her spine she huffed wildly- he’d pay for this.

Ah, but he did remember how she wanted it. His teeth came forth with a passionate bite, tearing into her flesh. Immediately she let out a low, erotic moan, surrendering to the raw sensation of pain mixed with pleasure as he licked at her blood. Her heart raced as she scented her own blood in the air, glimpsing it coating his lips- it only heightened the wetness of her own arousal which was quite literally dripping in lust. Her emeralds gleaming with untamed passion and ferocity she sent a free paw to trace his abdomen, reaching down to stoke at his excitement - she sought to urge him on with a seductive smile. Her other paw tracing patterns into his side, gently raking her nails into his skin as she explored his strong, muscled body. To offer her own means of attack. As she did so, her lips smeared with both of their blood moved to kiss at his neck, attempting to trail upwards slowly till she reached his throat- offering him a few provocative moans meant to encourage his passion. She reveled in the taste of his fur, savoring the unique musk that she would commit to memory as his. In this moment, she was not just the huntress, but also the willing prey. But she was still Absinth. She bit into the soft skin of his throat, blood dripping down onto her chest to mingle with the bloody kisses he’d already left there. Would he really have it any other way? “But I will be doing some devouring as well, love.” A low giggle, husky in nature rumbled free from her heaving chest as she licked her bloodied lips hungrily and so so pleased with herself.

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