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Absinth was completely enjoying herself. Her lustful desires overtaking all rationality, particularly as her dear Raka reacted so wonderfully to her touch. An arched back, of which she would have been damned if she did not grind back down into, and the claws that dug into the flesh of her cheek so deliciously. Absinth’s eyes closed tightly, reveling in the sensation they were sharing. Karaka was whimpering below her, pulling her, digging her nails deeper into Absinth’s skin… She was hard pressed to break off the kiss when she did, breathlessly fighting the pulses of pleasure that could so easily take the rhyme and reason away from her once again. But she had to stop here. It would have been near criminal if she did not.

As she gasped for air, Absinth stared intensely at the her horned darling – still below her and looking so edible. She could see the desire, the fettered need. It was so exciting to keep her hooked, to keep the younger girl wanting. She let her lips slip into a coy smile, sitting up to trace slow circles into the soft fur of Karaka’s upper belly. “Well, did you like your surprise?” Her tone was taunting, rugged in the aftermath of their immodest… encounter. Though she did not wait for Raka to answer before she rose to sit on her haunches, licking her lips of any salivatory evidence.
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