So you're what all the fuss is about

Absinth’s smirk twisted into something feral, her lips curling with predatory delight. She leaned in, capturing Ember’s mouth in a kiss that was both ferocious and consuming, her tongue exploring with demanding fervor. She wanted to taste her, feel the sharp edges of her teeth, cut her tongue on them, and spill her blood into the fae’s maw. Her hands moved with purpose, paws tracing the curves of Ember’s body, her shoulders, her waist, each touch leaving a trail of fire. She was covetous, wrathful in this sensual dance, offering Ember only a glimpse of what her touch could truly bestow.

Absinth broke the kiss again, only to descend upon Ember’s neck, her lips and teeth playing a symphony of desire. She nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, each mark a testament to her seduction. Ember’s pulse raced beneath her lips, the thrum of her heartbeat matching the electric energy between them. She inhaled the intoxicating scent of sea salt, vanilla, and jasmine. If she believed in gods, she would have begged for mercy on her senses. Absinth could feel the younger fae’s need, her fingers tangling in Absinth’s fur, pulling her closer as her teeth grazed that sensitive Carpathian flesh, tugging provocatively at her inhibitions. But… there was something Absinth wanted now, first and foremost.

A lustful growl rumbled from Absinth’s chest, and she abruptly tore herself away. Whatever state she left Ember in, she felt no remorse. Her charcoal tail lashed behind her, swollen lips splitting into a grin both inviting and daring. She turned her back on the girl, sultry hips swaying as she took a few steps away, depriving Ember of her warmth, until she rounded back with impish delight.

“Let’s make this interesting, Wildfire,” Absinth purred, her voice a low, seductive growl. Her muscles tensed, body coiled like a spring ready to launch. “A battle, here and now. The one you wanted. Winner commands the other for the night. Do you accept?” The monochromatic fae thrilled at her own suggestion, eager to feel the girl’s teeth rend her flesh. What could be better? An intense fuck afterward, that’s what.

Without waiting for a response, she shifted into a ready stance, her posture exuding confidence and readiness. She wanted to push Ember, to see the fire within her blaze to its full potential. The younger fae’s passion was intoxicating, and Absinth craved to see how fiercely Ember would fight to win.

“Show me what you’ve got.” Absinth taunted, a wicked grin spreading across her face, her eyes gleaming with a dark promise.


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