So you're what all the fuss is about

Absinth felt the warmth of Ember's form against her own as they collided, the thrill of the fight surging through her veins. Each moment of contact, each struggle for dominance, only heightened her excitement. Her muscles tensed and flexed with each movement, her fur bristling in response to Ember's touch. It was tantalizing.

Absinth admired the younger fae's determination and skill. Despite Ember's obvious inexperience in the realm of seduction, her martial prowess was undeniable. Her strikes were precise, her movements fluid, a testament to her training. Absinth reveled in the challenge, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of intrigue and desire.

When she felt Ember's fangs and claws, Absinth's response was instinctive. Her jaws closed around Ember's nape, the taste of her fur and skin absolutely intoxicating. She growled low in her throat, the sound vibrating through her chest as she savored the struggle. With a powerful twist of her body, Absinth threw Ember to the ground, the younger fae landing with a satisfying thud.

Absinth was silent, an impish grin of delight playing on her features as she watched Ember quickly regain her footing, determination burning in her eyes. Absinth felt a surge of desire, eager to see how the younger fae would respond. Eager to end the fight as her thighs clenched together involuntarily.

The snow around them flew as Ember kicked out, catching Absinth in the ribs. The cost of her slight , bodily distraction. The force of the blow sent her staggering back, but she quickly regained her balance, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Her emerald eyes glinted with challenge as she taunted with a voice as roguish as sex itself, “You're full of surprises, Wildfire. Let's see what else you've got. Don't worry. I like it rough.”

Her muscles coiled, ready to spring, eyes locked on Ember's every move. Absinth could see the fire in those icy blue eyes, that spirit that refused to back down. It was a dance of power and desire, each move calculated, each reaction proof of their twisted connection. One she wished to explore. Dominate.

With a lustful growl, Absinth lunged forward again, her body a blur of motion. She aimed to close the distance quickly, to engage Ember in another fierce exchange of claws and teeth. The thrill of the fight, the intensity of their bond, drove her forward, eager to see who would emerge victorious in this fervent clash. She aimed to grapple the girl, to wrap her limbs around her shoulders and tackle her down, teeth snapping for Ember’s throat. She wanted to pin her down.

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